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Oppression Operations

My head pounds.
My problems mount.
I have so many vibrations in my brain.
Shaking my cranial foundations like a goods train.
First is the sucker punch of blood suckers
Leeches causing migraine like heavy truckers
I have a strong name ending in 'uckers' for them
I shan't say it, but, damn!

The pounding in my head
Goes with me to bed
How to get the family fed
Where to get bread?
I see tables overflowing with manna
I m thankful even for a banana
On that day
I pray
Giving thanks
While on the street roll the tanks
Juggernauts of oppression
Oppression operations.

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