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