Tiny False Writer
Her skin is white her speech is bright
But her inner biases make her but grey
Contempt and hatred are but so tight
That apparently no one just can say
She knows nothing but claims high
Her majesty is nothing but just trash
She wants to live in pages but will die
Since her hatred and love are in clash
A little paper boat is her head and tail
Being illiterate she claims her native
In her paper boat she claims to sail
Down the drain to sink but sedative
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
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