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Jan 2022
To **** my mind
or own my free will
you'll have to swim the seven oceans
an bow and genuflect before my fore fathers
who refused to bow or hurdle his people
for your ancestors to trade
you may own the guns and chains
your dark arts and forked tongues
and profess your white magic
but we have the hearts and the souls
and we are hued from the granite in the crucible of creation
made in the true image of the first person
who made all the others

we know the mutants
and watched as you evolved
and killed and drank blood to live
we have witnessed you as you fade
and true humanity and souls left your bodies
leaving the transparent husks
that resonates the frozen realms you hide within
as your noses narrow
to contain the serpentine flames of your reptilian genes
yours is al about destruction
as and yours deceits and falsehood is your currency
as you rampage around and adrift ****** the earth
and all the good in it
a poem about Covid
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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