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I’ll shoot you with my words,

I’ll stare at you like the flying birds,

I’ll bury you under the poetic stanzas,

Since you are corruption, thus.

I’ll hit you like a running train,

Like a poisonous snake, I’ll give you pain,

Like a wild volcano, I’ll burn you with my hatred,

Until you, corruption, are dead.

I’ll be Mahatma Gandhi; I’ll be Abraham Lincoln,

And make sure that you, corruption, are utterly gone.