Massa Ain’t Gone…

Him’s just round the corner
Him own all of the corn
Cause him’s just a con
And him call me a coon

Massa left the “Nationalists”
Only three nations heard
Only three summoned
Amongst hundreds of nations

Independent anew
Lies planted in fertile soils
Food soon aplenty
Undertakers and carrion

But Massa ain’t gone
Alahu Akbar and hallelujah!
Red Cross and the red hued crescent
Massa is kind, simply to a fault

Massa ain’t gone to be sure
Our Demoncrazy is growing
Learning from the feet of Massa
The plantation is booming anew

DF