He stands in the gates near,where he instill fear.

He gets people drunk with his poisonous beer,

By his evil, masses run far away from him like a deer.

He slithers in the dead night without a sound,

In innocent knees he coils and spreads dirty around.

His crooked long tongue unfolds myriads woes,

He kills blameless souls,whom to him are real foes.

He carelessly opens streams of sour tears,

He sows seeds of eninmty and agony that nobody bears.

He smiles for the havocs that choke the world he never cares.

The Annoyer of progress,brings drought to anyone who dares.

Samson Somanje.