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POEM
Our precious soil, betrays our innocence

How many more
Must perish
Souring over our barren land?
Undeserving of so precious
Blood
We are!
Of so graceful
Creatures

...they adorn our skies
and cry their last desperate
sorrows
for the bigotry of its inhabitants
and their bizarre gods
of gore and limestone
and euro
orgies
of smoky, petrified
incense
as they kneel in front
of HE
whom they claim
to adore.

How many more
Must perish
Souring over our barren land?

As the exchequer squambles over another excuse
With his peers
He jokes over how great he is
In his infinite wisdom
And his children look for
A morrow where feathers are
Nothing but Exhibits in classroom books
Hailing from days gone by...

And deep within each soil granule
So miniscule, insignificant
Lies the blood of them...

The souring angels,
Up above...



Ray de Bono
9th March 2010
He/she who wants to understand, let him/her understand...
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Written upon reading: http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20100309/local/birdlife-urges-european-commission-to-take-action-against-malta

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