Again,
against the loony’s
Gloomy
prognostication, this vehement
Fishbone
in looters’ throats
Prevails
peacefully in the nation’s
Bloodless
combat.
Riotous
area boys would fulfill
The
righteous races of the bicycles
Of
their lifecycles in a bottomless
Incarceration
where no eyes brighter
Than
the sun surveys accurately
The
length and breadth of the cloudscape
Nor
appreciate the contest of birds
On
the tracks of the wind.
Here
comes the dreaded general,
Tactically
tight trap on
Our
representathieves’ fleeing feet!
At
the confused crossroads
Of
pompous megalomania
Where
statesmen are stalemates
And
stalemates statesmen;
Where
nationalists are diabolists
And
diabolists nationalists;
Where
teachers are cheaters
And
cheaters teachers,
Abruptly
like an enthusiastic apparition
He
springs forth.
And
what is the procrastination for?
Unleash
the ravenous wolf without ado
To
plug his curious claws deeply into
The
nations’ greedy pachyderms’ skins
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