You found them
consuming flesh
of humanity,
sipping its blood
with dignity.
You saw them nude
your pen is so rude
destroyed their
camps and citadel all
All their politics fail.
They'll kill You must,
for them
you are another meal.
We are ready to die for it would be for the last time a real, real one. Unlike these myriad deaths imposed on us every other day. Please don't threaten. We are ready to die Sir.
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For them you are another meal.Simple but meaningful Poem.