Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Hovering in dozens battle ready,
Over the heap solid waste,
And the borders of the wet ‘bum’.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The tiny contingents certainly;
Must have a focused cause.
Celebrating or fussing;
To en-camp at the latrin.
A thousand flies, count one-on-one,
All can never be wrong.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The populaces are crying in poverty,
Harsh economic policies,
Bad medication and tough beef,
Misplaced of priority projects;
Too much of white elephant investments.
Even our ragged ‘masses’ certainly
Can’t all be wrong too.
