Saloth Sar Aka Pol Pot Poem by jerry hughes
Saloth Sar Aka Pol Pot
Vile incarnate.
Are you really dead?
No.
Monsters like you never die.
The millions of souls you slaughtered
on the 'killing fields' of Cambodia
bear testimony.
Addendum: Our little hero John Howard, the deposed prime miniature of Australia knew this was happening, but didn't utter one word of sadness or regret. It wasn't a vote winner then, and he didn't have George W. Bush's backside to kiss.
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4/23/2024 10:59:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Rage, rage, my love. Your humanity shines through these words of venom. love, Allie xxxx