Where Poets meet, where ideas never vanish and the sun never sets
Gates' friends are pleading for heavy donation.
Surely they may wait forever from the Nation ...
Birds have GPS given by nature
No matter which, a minute feature
It's astounding we can rhyme a verse
Between political gloom within the press
These people aren't getting a cent from me!
The issue is a scam and not a goodwill plea
Why should we get an expectation?
It's nothing more than a grim damnation
No one actually cares for more of his lies
This gate is closed to depopulation control tides
People sometimes change political sides
Almost like a snake that lost its head
Urgently - struggling to grow a new one.
It slitters in sand dunes without tides
Extremely sure; into confused exaltation
Vastly at a loss on various adulation
No trusting minder for Gates and friends!
No matter how much he tries to convince and fend!