Red Riding Hood - Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya
Little arms and legs,
full of freshness.
I don't see the harm..
let us not talk about rights.
Little red riding hood,
then took old of her grandma's gun,
turned around and fired...
one, two, three.
unable to move,
moves only with his eyes,
I am free, I am fre, I am free.
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