Maoist Poems - Poems about Maoist

...As Earth revolves in time and space, We meet the future face-to-face. While every soul tries to have their day, Their nemeses try to block their way. This causes decades when nothing signif......

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...In a fun house called the great reset grace and goodness is often flogged- While confetti and saccharine accolades are sprinkled over perfumed hogs- A slanted house filled with greenies. Cry......

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...My thumbs pressed on the trigger. The M-2 bucked its load. I squinted down the barrel And watched his head explode. An early morning ambush, A steaming Luzon hell, For Ferdi and Imelda, Our Co......

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...It's really not about toppling statues of evil or burning books about malice and hate if we were to leave only things of purity there would be nothing left standing we'd have to topple ourselves ......

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...*I believe I've awoken the little red panda donning five yellow stars on a crimson bandana spreading hectares of jaded Jinping propaganda* *She lives in a land of dragons and Maoist oppression ......

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...Rise this True Republic, be not afraid, Strengthen your Loins, arm yourselves and prepare to Invade, That Marxist-Maoist Dragon! And its Satellite states, Whom loves death and life hates! From ......

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...If every one of us, with a relationship burning In heart and mind for Jesus, have been evangelizing Why's Maoist China dominating The Globe despite Columbus ... Why is it that the Temple Mount i......

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...They want to burn the flag today to them America's blood born banner represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day a culture illegitimate in divine manner, feeling excluded from rich spiri......

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...CENTRIST LEFTIST COMMUNIST DICTATORSHIP TERRORIST POLITICS LENINST MAOIST DEMOCRATIC COMMUNIST WHAT ABOUT A "HUMANIST" OR Only a revolutionary. Who can throw them all in bits.... Bring......

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...The air is heavy like a dirty woolen blanket each colorful strand pulled through the warp. Horns blare and traffic skids and screeches as unborn accidents are aborted by fancy-pants cops. The city ......

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...by the right of our walks strewed outside we too when hiding ourselves in the regime of fire with our intention and activities with our standpoint with our conduct and behaviour or any ins......

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