To a Strange Land of Mine
I love thee not, o land of high hypocrisy,My country of the totalitarian democracy!
I'd rather not hear thy people's language
Or thus belong to thee, gigantic savage!
I love thee not! If thou be a chariot,
The dragon is pulling thee, his name's Iscariot.
He leads thee to the flaming iron curtain,
His speeches are imbued with notions uncertain.
Thou art repulsive! Thy mentality
Is a cesspool of high spirituality.
Thy people disfigure all the face of the Earth,
Thou art nothing, but a piece of mud and dirt!
August 14-15, 2011
Poetry by Eugenius
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Written on 2015-03-12 at 07:31
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