I shall gather a few of my kind
and tour the new era penitentiary,
Where millions are breathing in an open cage

wondering what happened to open skies.

Fascism in brotherhood can do wonders,
even if it mashes my kind the next day.
I am the new age God to teach them
lessons from history.




This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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