You, you blood-drinking mammals
vampires,
where is your guts?
about Lumumba
you have not heard?
they had his countrymen suck him
they sucked him
all his blood
trrrrrrr! making holes in him
and they preach peace
Ah-i shiver in my spine
my ribs crack, my stomach rumble
my jaws split, my legs shake and crumble
i fear we may also die
we may go before we can reply
now we sit
tied to their web strings
we are friends with the enemy
like slaves with their master
they sometimes mutiny
yes! we shall mutiny
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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