You're Lucky to Still be Alive
I trust you're giving thanks for still surviving after all we've done.
The bombs, embargoes, endless pressure to submit to our demands.
We're feasting here, rejoicing in our fearsome power. All the world
Bows to us, except you few pathetic wretches, and, once we have
Finished dinner, we'll turn back to you.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-11-29 at 14:43
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