M. Asim Nehal
French Fries.. - Poem by M. Asim Nehal
My heart bleeds and eyes cry
Why should they kill innocents?
When the game is played by G-5!
They planned for chopping potatoes elsewhere
Now they see their own backyard burning.
If you tease the honeybee, it will bite
Let them do whatever they want to at their site
Don’t provoke the fools nor try to teach them anything
They are self-sufficient for self-destruction
Wait and watch their game, which they try
One day they will cut themselves and will make French fries.
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