Killer and his Poets
By David Aoloch Bion
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You honourable poets, the supporters of killer
Your hero , the killer killed people yesterday
I rewarded him with power as pacification
It was a political mistake I made
For that I am IDIOT
And your hero, the killer is saint
With blood in his hands
But has nowhere to wash his hands
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You honourable poets, the supporters of the killer
Today, your hero, the killer killed 50 people out of hundred
50 people ran for their lives
The killer wants to rule 50 remaining survivors
What absurdity
You supporters of the killer
The killer has blood in his hands
But has nowhere to wash his hands
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You killer, you killer
You killed old women , men, lame, and blind in their houses
You killed the mad on the street
You killed the sick on their hospital beds
You killed the clergy men and women in the church
And your supporters praise you and blame me
Calling the killer, idiot and wanderer
Killing is not virtue but a crime
You the killer you have blood in your hands
You have nowhere to wash your hands
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You honourable poets, the supporters of the killer
Who fired the first shot? Is me or he?
He fired the first shot
I fired back
I have right of self defense
If I shoot you My Dear Citizens I apologize to you
I did not mean you, I mean the killer.
Who have the blood in his hands
But he has nowhere to wash his hands
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