He sat alone under the cool shadow
Thinking of his atrocious act and plans
His friends has ignored him like a Leper,
His ordeal move no legs, he cut his cake alone.
When he dipped his hand into the share,
He has no documentation for his defrayal,
He spend like the prodigal son in the exotic
His extravagant has landed him in land of high blood pressure.
He repent not like the prodigal son,
His shoulders raised above his head
And his pride dominate his brain,
His heart is full of thorny thought
Which turn in him to a leper.
Who shall preach the way to him?
Who shall guide him away from the way to martyrdom?
When he turned constituency allowance
To his convenience allowance.
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