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your words spill too freely,
such carelessly dropped curses
fragile as faith and blind as rage
are couriers of crude stark opinion
falling easily from your tongue
to cut like razor blades,
your necrotic venom swills
wantonly around our ears
a putrid seething mind medicine
intent on bending hearts to
mindless acquiescence,
a simple form of succour for
your paper-thin faux intellect,
you have no right to daub us
with such opaque distemper
or pin foul excrement to our cloth,
we have no need of your
bilious megaphone mantras
our freedom though bruised
has far stronger flesh
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© Graham R Sherwood 03/24
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 