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Mr Yellow Fox

Mr Yellow Fox

You were a once green bush hound;
Your wool later camouflaged yellow.

Never Remove Me
Your tail duly drags the queues of
Naked ants and throw them to destitution.

Remember,
Fox,
You came as a needle
To stump out the thorns in our throne,
As our

New Righteous Messenger

The new bus of our nation’s movement;
You guaranteed none,
But fundamental change.

But now reversed impartiality
Wells amid your clique of raiders
In the general band yearning
For more and more.

And that’s your might,

 You are a monster

With your heart lost in wit and want,

With your soul floating on airs of greediness .
                                                             Rurekyera Geofrey

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