There is poetry in everything
The good
The bad
And The Ugly
It doesn't matter really, a thing
In your hood
From a Bard
Or the hungry

Really, if INEC blinds our eyes and twists our neck
Giving us a disease called the Eye-Neck Syndrome
No one should bother
Not within our borders
If little mangled poetries
Tell our general histories
Or the little little Tory
Of one's private story

There is poetry in everything
The good
The bad
And The Ugly
It doesn't really matter, a thing
Nation fit be good
Country don turn Sinbad
Or land...