PLAGUES
The beauty of my country ebbs day
by day. she undergoes decadence,
devolutions, succumbing to horrific
rain drops- odious libations
sprinkled on her nudity from plagued
scrotums of uncircumcised gourmands.
She is now akin to a mahogany whose
nectar has being drained by wanton
legion of bandits, with long proboscis
defying any system that advances
growth and renaissance.
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