Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Thursday, November 10, 2011
TRIBE-ULTIMATE-BRIBE BREED OF A NATION
Bundles of notes won't do better
Feminine sex appeal won't either
The threshold is obscenely higher
Whenever public bandits are out to hire.
Tire not dragging a million academic reams
Their dusty weight's out of any-help realm
More so, it could dim the gleam
Where competition thwarts ethnocentric status dreams.
More than enough is lingual inclination
Well, if it rhymes with the epicentre
Of public resource mis-allocation
Surname is the key to fortunes beyond imagination.
Woe unto a people oppressed in mis-representation
In this tribe-ultimate-bribe breed of a nation.
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