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Your LIB' shall vanquish

I heard that you have many homeless souls Hidden in caverns, some buried on your soil I learnt that now you feel too much relevant Your troops are void of true bravely Oh,Cowards! They would have tender ribs bent Subtle skins bleed Quiet hearts yell aloud, They are now butcher of wills and aspirations They have no soul of pity, They feel strong but no integrity Now of what yardstick is your emblem? The soldiers to protect Thesame idiots destroys without remorse Have you forgotten, You have flesh and blood Like a burning coal You are a blight, a consuming scorch To those who innocently seek refuge from you In your yard's economy they relied To us they are many But to you few Many they are with glorious dreams And these gracious hearts you annihilated Their sudden doom You beasts! Orchestrated. Lib' you are doomed You called for this fisticuffs We shall assail your unholy ground If in my reasoning I am asked To what grade will I have you classed I will state with undiluted rage You are a grade of useless animals And none out of your multitude Deserves the light of tomorrow's dawn If one parson do exist in your vineyard Or any exists who was conceived of woman Or any of your cruel leaders That sheds our blood and still stay bizarre Or any innocent blood From you sprout I say to whoever is by your blood bound shall all vanquish by the fire of war Lib' shall have no abode No place amongst us Lib' shall be no more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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