Oh, give us a break, love
A break from the long trek
On which we've sojourned since wings of a dove
Brought along with noughts and thoughts to wreck
Our ability, possibility and agility
To withstand on our grand land
Ravages you unleash like fickle finches whose motility
Sows rows of bitter blows that our stand
Shakes, fakes, stakes and mistakes
For obstinacy and obduracy
To resist a cyst in a tryst you insist bakes
Our intimacy, fantasy and supremacy
Whose evidence in essence kowtows to your pesky preferences
Mingled in single paths on a journey
Whose mistaken mission silences
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