Excuse can’t bring success but lazy
Sometimes ideas are crazy
We say we practicing democracy
Wicked in our cracy
Why we still give up, when some build up?
Poor give up, theirs can’t meet up
Many made money (ritual) to made mourn
Pay their fate to mourn
Most are youth, government, and who?
Tomorrow knows who
Life is binary more than dictionary
People live epistolary.
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