Bunkers Bonkers
Bunkers Bonkers
(we are our own archie enemy)
The nastiest fiction
has come to fruition
The cautionary tales
have tipped all the scales
The global minority
has declared their authority
The white man is God
and humanity is fraud
For Arthur
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2025
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