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Oct 2020
My status overwhelms them
into frenzied worms
My essence leaves them feeling
worthless and lambasted
in jealousy and envy
My pristine mind sharp in clarity
and knowledge prime
irritates their mundanity leaving
no options but defensive
thrusts mired in lies and slanders
My character shows the worthiness
of Regina and impeccable
breeding
My big ornate and solidly crafted sword
powerful and inherently skilled
augurs amazement and burning passion
and sheathed it blazes in glory
why hail surprise when knaves and lessers
rise in arms
howling and growling with malicious menace
to douse the gifted light
to dam the lifting tsunami of talent
to weaken a powerhouse of positivity
and shatter a rare black diamond to smitterens
its not a revolution or any new earth's order
it is merely the banality of the wounded
hate filled barbarians and insignificant heathens
primitive man in nature
baa baa baa
They used to say, We know we have plundered and looted them but there's something in the air, the lions is not sleeping tonight, the tom toms are ringing out
, the natives are restless
now 21st century in another corner of the new world
you could say by all intent and purpose
the native barbarians are restless and aggrieved and wounded.
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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