Rescue Mission
RESCUE MISSION
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My people
Are drugged
to a slumber sleep.
Those wide awake,
Have become puppets
To the diabolic puppet masters.
I am a commander
To an army of words
Ready to be diplomatic.
One touch and the ink spills
As pen and paper bring them to life.
Am on a rescue mission, all by myself.
I got lines
on a mission.
To build
and to destroy.
Representing
heaven and hell.
Of course, i am a poet
Ready to charge with anger and hate
My mind is deadly;
I can bring the Soviet Union
to it's knees.
If you want me to,
I can cause chaos,
Or promote world peace.
My words are highly ranked
With military nuclear warheads.
Am a poet and that alone, draws the verdict.
Copyright © Sir Typical | Year Posted 2022
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