Your Gunpowder Where I Wont Smell It
Do, please, keep your gunpowder,
Where poor I won’t smell it;
Rather what makes me of you prouder,
Prompting solidarity visit …
Your dynamites far Revolution
Are Threatening The Last Evolution
Clearly not a newly discovery
That gunpowder delays recovery.
Also, please, don’t stretch another mile
Emotions that should last a while,
While you say “Nay” to overreaction
Offering mankind scarce protection …
I know our quitting this planet should be slow
And when one tries to make it quicker I know!
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