Analysis of The Mix match

Coeducational Criminals in cognominal political abysmal  
Animals with flocking feathers in professional arena  
With arsenal of corruption and confessional agenda    
Intentional illusion in co-opted self-services  
These are our flesh and blood our suppose torch bearers

The recycle of representational bandits with sorted masks
Each with agenda to grab a chuck of the cookie jar
Our quest for power and self-rule perhaps too soon
Those we lean our trust have afflicted us beyond measure
These are our flesh and blood our suppose torch bearers

The aliens were here at least with free missionary schools
Thank God the churches have risen to a great height
The aliens were here at least with qualitative education
Thanks providence the benefactors seat at helm of affairs
These are our flesh and blood our suppose torch bearers

Delusional wealth has driven our light so deem
Bearers have short change us with something hard to describe
In the squalor of darkness we sight our sun burning astray
Our stomachs are sold to starvation and our bearers merry aloof
These are our flesh and blood our suppose torch bearers

Something terrible has happen to the soul of our nation
Coeducational Criminals in cognominal political abysmal
The church keeps mute and the mosque calls no more prayers    
Those we give our trust have rusted iron into our souls
These are our flesh and blood our suppose torch bearers