Bomb blow,
Country people wound,
Country people die,
House dem damage,
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I see now
perverts munching
putrid porridge
on the podium.
...
Let me lay my head
On this belly
Now flabby,
Belly that bore the sack,
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Who are these
Little angels warring
On my bedside?
Pleasantly disturbing
...
Irigidim, dim, dim.
Dum, dum, irigidim,
Eeeh wooo, eeeh wooo.
They have shot
...
In the sanctum
Of the parish,
Before matrimonial mass,
Pretty bride,
...
Bashful baby brides,
Unabashed ageing grooms
Encamped in rustic camps
And goaded into wed locks
...
I watched him
Dip his forefinger
Deep
Inside Mary Magdalene's mug,
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(1) We, The Poets, We Are Protesters:
All day,
All night,
We, the poets, we protest.
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