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Piece of Earth

On this piece of earth don’t say “peace” 
Some folks around might get confused
Their customs seem rather peculiar, please
Watch out for the language they use  
Lives are owned by the state, which is merely God
Don’t show off in their churchyard how critical
You might be about this philosophical thought 
Otherwise they’ll make you a criminal 
They are criminals too, but the difference is
They maintain their lies as the truth 
They’re descendants of the coup’d etat so this
Could be viewed as a kind of excuse 
But the main problem lies in the ethic
Their derivative culture’s obscene 
It can’t set the consensus, being too pathetic
Can’t absorb what the “empathy” means 
There’s less drama in death of the uncivilized
The barbarians reap what they sow
But aren’t we a little like them? - not surprised
If we are, to a point, when alone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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