The Stage
The words that flow from your lips mean harm,
irrational radical ruckus coming for disservice.
This nasty intent should sing the alarm.
But you see the issue here may have been missed,
I am not bilingual thus my ears cannot receive this intent.
I am deaf to this red faced announcement if you had not already guessed.
So do as you wish and voice your rage,
for me these words come from one under age.
I truly wish to soothe your soul from this stage.
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