If it was a poem

I will say I am the city

With so many creativity

Very useful authenticated from my vocal cavity.

If it was a poem

But the recitation was so musical

I enjoyed ur grievance to the few

among my children u've indirectly used

Telling them to use this moment, politics is a dirty game and injustice is indirectly part of it's tool.

Because u just don't want to loose,

the stool.

If it was a poem

I will tell you I am still the useful city

With so many useful children

Do not generalized them with the ones u have useless to seat on the stool. They don't look identical

 And if it was just poetic

 Then poetically on the last stanza of the audio, the last line in the reciter's poem was uncreative and abuse of arts because It lacks art's standards.

But If it's  politics then Politically, the speaker lacks the qualities of a good leader.

If u insist that it's a poem

Then it will take a title injustice from injustice.

She was wounded by flattery words of men,

Men who promised her joy of good governance,

Developments and the welfare of her helpless children.

But now she seeks true love; a man of substance

A lover who has pledged to our queen mother,

To battle falsehood,

Feed her children when they hunger,

And to bring back the days of patriotism.

This is the call of our queen mother Doma,

Make her blossom again with true love.

The sun cast a mournful stare at the earth, 

Leaves shake and wail at winds birth, 

The moon rose black beyond fold, 

Fire cavorts, laughter fell dead

We bought the cap and sold our head, 

The masquerade's dance is a covered in flame, 

Darkness crept through our roofless home and took our light, 

Our leaders are in slumber (Readers that act like Leaders): what a night!