So we now fight
With the lingering evil of our time
Our freedom; our right
Like an egg is owned now by the devil
incarnate
He threatens no peace
Oh nothing, but to exterminate
I wish not to prevaricate
For truly in this man beholds thousand evils conglomerate
Yes... yes... yes...
Another trouble is imminent
Our guns like a woman's breast
Four years--erect
We shall shoot into his chest
There the devils will lay--splittered.
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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