I would rather starve than eat from the palm of a capitalist society.
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Zafar tun kehta hai palu kutay da putar, tera Matlab palu ka baap doggy, mum bich kutia, or palu katora Yani puppy, tujhay ye sab kaisay pata chala tera mukhbri ka network bara wasih hai baray khabri chor rakhay.
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Oye palu Zafar phir say tera gaand lay ga ya goliyan khilay ga ya bund me soi needle day ga.
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Palu Bach ja tera Khair NAHI Pathan bara zalim hai ye gaand maarnay Kay 70 tareqay Janta hai ye gaand fadnay ka bohat bara alim hai Pathan bara zalim hai Yara Mara.
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I know Zafar you want to send me to chandrayan three with your ge three,
But as you know where there is no
water there is no palu, and where
There is no oxygen there is no life.
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What did you do Zafar just planning on to terminate palu isn't it? You want to inject palu, you want to shoot me to death isn't?
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Yara Mara tun nay becharay gareeb miskeen Shareef haqeer faqeer palu,
Ka Laho nikala hai tujhay kis nay heat
Up kia hai dimagh kis nay obala hai?
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Sain gal wad gaya ay pehlay Khan nay five inch say bund pharna tha ab ye six inch say bund faray ga palu har Saal 1 inch ka azafa ho raha palu tera gaand ho ga LaaL tha tha
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Bus dazan oka bhalu marshe bechara palu.
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Agar Tum log samajhtay ho Kay ham palu say zaida baray dalay, kanjar aur bay gairat hain to phir Tum log bilkul theek samajhtay ho,you are bigger yaks as compare to me.
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On wars: "The good war, fighting evil near and far. Or for merchants of death for gold and more, and more." from the poem "Napalm in the Morning" by Max Burchett
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Palu Hun Sain Hun chutiya Hun injection?
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Palu Shah pak mahabat saaf mahabat,
Jay Wich na gaya tay khaak mahabat.
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Asi palu naal roz filman chalanay an aho.
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Asi palu naal weham nafsiyat khedan gay.
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Palu nu baray pyar naal,
Dhokay naal maran gay.
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Palu nu pata e nahi chalna aho.
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Asi palu nu pata e nahi lagan dena.
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Tun nay palu ka bund feti feti kar diya hai.
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Ghayal hun zakmi hun palu hun,
Dunya walon say me chalu hun.
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Bachay mujh say kuch dhaka chupa nahi,
Ghayal zakmi palu teray tareqon say waqif
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Agar tangain kaam na karti hon to phir sonay ka chapal bhi bay kaar hai 2222.
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PaLu ko us waqt tak zinda rakho jab tak is ka ma zinda hai bay gerat bay sharm mafia muthal qatil Pathan.
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AIG kehta palu ko baad me dekhen gay
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AIG nay zafar ko bola Palu jo karta hai karnay do baad mein dekhen gay 2222
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Even though all fingers are not equal, They live together to form palm figure.
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All Christians say “Never again!”
to the inhumanity of men ...
except when the object of phlegm
is a Palestinian.
('Well, Almost' by Michael R. Burch, keywords: Christian, faith, religion, racism, intolerance)
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In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.
Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The end of every man’s the same
and every god’s as mad as a hatter.
I do not fear the letting go;
I only fear the clinging on
to hope when there’s no hope, although
I lift my face to the blazing sun
and feel the greater intensity
of the wilder inferno within me.
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same—
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
('who, US?' by Michael R. Burch)
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