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Feature | Lovers of Liberty

A poem by a reader:

Lovers of Liberty

May I speak my mine?

Vilify me not

And come not for me

Unless I send for you

For I was already told

We are an “intellectual sterile” Nation

Less you want Dr Grawe’s Scalpel

Earn you that permanent sterility!


Lovers of liberty

Ditch the ties for skirts

Brainwaves runs through skulls not within balls

Pants covers two legs

A Wrapper spread

Stealth many from the crouching sun

With two fountains of milk to quench thirsts.


Lovers of liberty

Where begins the plot of Judas

So was the end of Caesar’s life

In all but men the gatekeepers

Hanging the state by the balls

As their egos have a fields day.


Lovers of Liberty

The devil is a man

Clutched us in his fist

Five decades and counting

Stifling the heck out of our breast bones

Cracking all rib cages

Until Hunk shows up.


Lovers of Liberty

The devil changes forms

Believe not the shadows of yourself

For minutes are dwarfs, seconds giants

So trust not what you hear or see

Unless she is a Female

For it’s about time Dr Grawe shows up.

IAS|LW|2|8|20 09:54


Editors note: The above poem was penned and sent to Gunjur Online by one of our readers

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