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6 PSEUDO-PSEUDO EPHOR We must be dead drunk to always doff our hat To such a rogue whose every move is so bad! Moil! Moil! Well known sing song in Cameroon Where the people’s sweat, the ephor’s saloon Keeps cool to his comfort and joys Of piecing the nation as toys And how else could he play this game Being twice shadow of his lame name Pseudo-pseudo ephor Makes and makes no effort To lift his little finger and support The discomfort; that will steal his comfort, His birth right not trite To see all their rite Perform and have the nation’s heart beat For every threat to become his treat; Applauded by those behind the mask of his mask He reigns absolutely and would none anything ask Now, my people, why sing a song so sad? Are we deaf to hear it displease the heart? ...

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