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About This Poem
that's her remains
our raw fluids flow
flowing from her fresh blood
as marauders go a-rampage
& a youngster by her bossom
is mauled
cut in the pieces of her broken bones
that's her remains
a skull left for inspections
the president & his white-washed
dignitaries are ever-passing by
to see
a maiden bleeding
in the foul of a nation's hub -
please, brother
speak like a gentleman!
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