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To Lady Clare Daly

I do salute your Irish gall. 'You' have the balls, I should say, Among Western hens that lie down false super-cocks to obey. Let them cluck, wear beards, have moustache to pretend they, too, are men. 'You' and the likes of 'you', Lady, mold the future peace today. Let others think of their bellies and what they have beneath them, Rise and fall as dust motes in winds and be happy with their way. Let them pop up as heated corns for the blue-eyed, blond-haired folks And ignore the dark-featured souls now as they did yesterday, Shamelessly choose to be deaf-mute when their lands invade others, And blind to their own 'legal' crimes, impudently turn away,† But for the others' invasion of a land their fusses rise To the heaven's seventh region. A black man's a castaway. We should rage against the liars of the West till they go gray And their old hypocrites' empire reaches its fated decay. March 12, 2022 * Lady Clare Daly is a member of the European Parliament † From 248 military operations in the world from 1948 to 2001, 201 cases (%81) have been initiated by the USA. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TfyeJSfGrnw No comments, please!

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