“I’m calling you to make noise, to make noise, to make noise for me” — Ali Bongo, the ousted imperialist of Gabon.

Make some noise for your killers;
Those who bless you with hunger and poverty deserve some accolades.

A rousing ovation to he whose sword will soon slice you;
You’ve got to smile ’cause he holds the key to your cage.

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Give a shout-out to the oppressors,
The pigs whose flesh grow fat on our blood.
Let’s give our siblings some credit for swooping the national cake with their personal knives
And adorning us with stars of slavery in our own home.

Make more noise for the monsters
Those who mock your misery openly while flexing with stolen opulence.
Monsters’ lives matter too;
They deserve some accolades for their loyalty to monstrosity.

A shout-out to the vagabonds in power
Those who remove their boreholes because we dared to unelect.
They deserve our prayers, not curses
Who are we to curse those whom the gods have made mad?

Make some noise for the very important polithieves
Who gift you eyeglasses to prep your sight for the hardship to come.
After all, only a kind vulture gives water to the feast of corpse before him.

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A giant gratitude to those who push us into our deaths,
Sneaking a quick smile while pain paints horror on our faces.
They are demons sent to bless us with savage suffering.

All hail the tyrants of all time,
Perched on the throne and surrounded by loyal sharks.
As they show their successors how to whip us with woes,
Let’s pray for their generation unborn.