Friday, November 21, 2008

poem

This mosquito spreads its disease its not malaria but god and greed

god and greed go hand in hand and this disease is taking the land

the poor and the lost are the target the easy targets no hope no plan

they suck them dry infest them with filth and lies , what can they do


we need to squash the mosquito to be free , the insect that will kill you and me

so crush squash it poison it kill it at all cost either it dies or you


it comes from the north south east and west all have a hungry mouth looking for a feast

they leave the dead and zombie in there wake the morally corrupt full of hate

hate of neighbour hate of friend hate of colour hate of race hate hate hate



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