Fed up with celebrating international days
Chosen and frozen in a cynical circus
Bankrolled by a tycoon with tongue in cheek ways
The poor pray for focus in every liturgical locus.
Chosen and frozen in a cynical circus
In an ivory tower teeming with tycoons
The poor pray for focus in every liturgical locus
Preaching and teaching a weed creed for buffoons and raccoons.
In an ivory tower teeming with tycoons
Masticating morsels of mutton
Preaching and teaching a weed creed for buffoons and raccoons
The voiceless and vulnerable vie for the baptism baton.
Masticating morsels of mutton
Bankrolled by a tycoon with tongue in cheek ways
The voiceless and vulnerable vie for the baptism baton
Fed up with celebrating international days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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