Thursday, May 10, 2012

Blemished Fruits

Wise faces scrutinizing the fruit for blemishes
Let the vaporous smog trundle into our famishes
Totem myself with the compassion of the peoples
My loyalty forged with the hammer of the workers
Incarnate with a love that only exists in the potential
Above all the decent radical must be eternally gentle
Even with righteous vengeance when it thunders

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