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Aug 2019
And with their weeping sores all over them
their stunted minds always in regress
mass produced to fetch and carry
neither here nor there in grace and honor
what else to do but share their miseries
never-do-wells in give-them-hell repose

Patched up dregs in fevered fake *******
shown their barren thoughts in witless land
uber mugs, rats gnawing in arsenic neo-political haze
wasters wasting in do me I do you wonderland of dross
a blunted steel merely shows useless incompetent foundry hands
warders behind bars are also prisoners on pay and schedules

tar and feather but look behind and see your chains
ratcheting in minds, body and souls foul in damage
your tomorrows have been made for you and yours
your resounding insignificance haunts you days and nights
coerced powers of nihilism is nowt but defeatist angst and pain
the pygmies on stilts borrowed from the wood lice houses

Show me a reasoned being, see wholesome humanity
is not the proud barbarian a disgrace to the species of grace
as more so the civilized vandals are certified ***** and uber-loonies
No animals in the jungles kills for sport as madmen in Nikes do
but see them bed children and dogs and know they made guns
why expect better from their Lineages, theirs is to divide, destroy
take, steal, plunder, ****, ****** and teach others to do the same

They call it creating a fairer world...???
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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