Too many hippos pretending to be nice
When inside they're otherwise
Tell me their stories chosen in plain sight
Alas!It's all to their own delight!
Hah!If I should speak my mind
I wonder who would fare just right
Must they speak in saintly might
When they're closets are full of mice!
Some seem nice and sometimes right
Proud as peacocks they walk heads high
Never looking at their paths behind
And so they thought they are alright!
So sweet they are on election times
Meek as lambs to take our sides
Promises of tables filled with rice
Only to be thrown in the field of lies!
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