He defends the peace of the motherland
Soldiers die, so free can be biters of the feeding hand
Who do they defend? the well-fed Red
Intent to break up peace by piece
For terror their voices slogans cry
But for their victims, heartless eyes stay dry
Of the people, the intelligentsia claim to be
But with their views some intelligence may disagree
Protest never against theocracy? Comrades hypocrisy!
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
