In Africa's halls of power, where shadows play,
Deception reigns, and truth is slayed,
A continent rich, in resources and might,
Yet ravaged by lies, and endless night.

You, who wear suits, and ties so fine,
But beneath the surface, a different tale entwines,
You speak of progress, but bring only pain,
Leaving the masses, in a cycle of shame.

Your words are poison, dripping with guile,
As you line your pockets, with a nation's smile,
You trade their future, for a fleeting gain,
And leave them in darkness, with only shame and pain.

Oh, how you manipulate, with a twisted tongue,
Using fear and division, to keep your throne,
You crush dissent, with an iron fist,
And silence the voices, that dare to resist.

But we see through, your clever disguise,
Your deception is naked, before our eyes,
We know your secrets, your hidden agenda too,
And we'll rise up, to bring your empire anew.

So tremble, oh deceiver, for your time is near,
When justice will come, and your lies will clear,
The people will rise, and your power will cease,
And Africa's future, will be built on truth and peace.

~X~