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Sep 2017
… Nice,
In Paris,
He plotted
In his heart,
A sure menagerie
Of snakes without reserve,
But on a poor diet of piety,
So he designed and executed brutal deaths
To them all of no harm, ill-will or any know,
But he killed, killed by grinding them,
Do no size but smithereens of human flesh,
In no guest for mend of awry state,
A state without a nation
In cute passion of hate
Unto all of us that fearlessly say
Man must in freedom live.
Alexander K Opicho
Written by
Alexander K Opicho  Kenya
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