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Dear Editor – Troops; all in black
Mobilizing my freedom away
Reformation is their objective
Gaining momentum so fast
That my breathe cycle has no interval
I moan that my life is soon to go
These generation don’t understand
The past; without the knowledge
How can they understand now and the future?
How can they make comparison?
I may speak now; who will have the ears
To listen; who would have the time to understand
Facebook have catch their whole attention
Who shall come up with Arse book to change
All these foolishness and negligence
My soul moans in love for the imps
That roams the streets without parenthood
To guide and fortify their defense so far
None seems to be closing in to protect them
Lord destroys those responsible for this evil….
Fishes have monitors to guide them
Man has brain and wisdom to direct them
That seems to be clouded in confusion
When development is so focused on the haves
The have-nots shall die the merciless death of despair
Oh; may this poem be a lesson for the leaders
The youths and those that shall see this
Read and understand for the world is coming
To its closing gate; may all be refined to meet
The Marker of the Universe…..