Wicked world rewards thugs and haunted hugs
Rising in the scale of queens and ruins of bugs
Who step by step my welfare they redefine
Much as brutality and fatality to them fly fine
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When tomorrow dies stillborn Sycophants in their cheeky chants blowing a horn...wow greatly written about the world wickedness which like the leech hankers after all good blo od..... universal humanitarian writings..
Devastating welfare for want of care Creating in the middle and below fatality fare..This poem is very sensitive and brilliant and wonderfully worded. Thank you very much for sharing this work with us.