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This poem contains political notions that some might find offensive. Boo-hoo!

The Desert

The antique land burns with its golden hue

The antique land burns with its golden hue Calling the varlets to rape its prosperity,

The antique land burns with its golden hue Calling the varlets to rape its prosperity, Nay, for these oxymora are hard to construe,

The antique land burns with its golden hue Calling the varlets to rape its prosperity, Nay, for these oxymora are hard to construe, A malison that kindles our enmity.

LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK

With her name.

They use sacred tenets to kill useful idiots,

They use sacred tenets to kill useful idiots, Veiled amid the tide in their black robes,

They use sacred tenets to kill useful idiots, Veiled amid the tide in their black robes, These cravens; dangerous and insidious,

They use sacred tenets to kill useful idiots, Veiled amid the tide in their black robes, These cravens; dangerous and insidious, Still, the tyrants are no use in the probes.

AT WHAT COST AT WHAT COST AT WHAT COST AT WHAT COST AT WHAT COST

But who raised the man in the turban?

But who raised the man in the turban? Ye invaders who saw the black gold in the sand,

But who raised the man in the turban? Ye invaders who saw the black gold in the sand, Hence ye killed him to seize the haven,

But who raised the man in the turban? Ye invaders who saw the black gold in the sand, Hence ye killed him to seize the haven, Ye take all the riches and permeate with command.

Oil.

Blood.

Oil.

Blood.

Oil.

Blood.

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