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There are some there, dripping coins of blood.
And here, pounds of flesh burn in the wrath of fiery swords
And youthful innocence drowning to grievous pits:
One thrown to forest, the other sunk down in dusty feet.
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Here, love is stolen,
And mercy’s cry is not given.
Murdering is wisdom and prevention too.
What then is this evil we do?
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Heathens, Tell me, don‘t you steal!
Cannibal, yes you. Why must you kill?
So your sickle is lynching and fire,
Your judgment is nakedness and tyre?
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I saw a king in famine of knowledge;
He did allegiance to felony pledge.
Unmoved to pardon his fellow humans’ sons!
For his heart is woven with thorns!
meet the poet: Gabriel Gabbycapable
Photo: Galerie Bonheur
