We see
Your rotund cheeks sagging
Aand convex stomach bulging
You, standing hands akimbo
A grotesquo peace lover.
The children around you
Silent sapless sapling
With pus-oozing bottoms,
Gravelling in the desert of your regime.
Savage sawyer
Curving human thighs
For dinner.
Hosting cocktails
of blood
Immersing guests
in an ocean full of crocodiles
Rseudo war-lords
Scappling your tribesmen
Tatooing their eyes!
You will soon be fastened
in the fetters
of your own bandage.
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