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Patriot

I am a patriot That visible patriot  Who pees in public I am that patriot Who stains the city walls With my gutka juice I am that patriot Who owns a car Honks his way through Litters the streets Of my beloved country I am that patriot Who burns fire crackers To pollute the cities more Even though I know Our beloved cities Are already gas chambers I am that patriot  Who calls for supremacist And majoritarian politics I have no shame In denying the minorities What we patriots enjoy I am that rich patriot Who follows politics Whose support  For radical politics Is without shame Beside my patriotic vote, I even donate money To prove my patriotism I am that patriot Who wields a sword To gift the country Numerous mayhems So that they know We are around We rule the place And you, the traitors Should live below us I am the patriot Who wants others  To love what I love Who wants others To follow what I follow Who wants othe...

Bastard Wheeler-dealers

Aryan-adopted children With glued feathers leap high seeking Higher in desperation Loud is their voice With eyes seeking Louder is the voice When not heard Then they begin Of course in desperation Strutting in the feathers Then repeating Of course vigorously Only to fail with shame Then the bastards rethink What they must employ Must they relearn all? Must they recite the verses? Must they be like the naga Smeared in ash paste ? Then they look West Try to rephrase The hackneyed slogans In that they fail too So they holler down The borrowed slogans War on Drugs Prosecute the violators Skill the farmers Root out poverty These they holler Without failing a day As though to spawn More contractors Than farmers The ingenious kind Who can top roads With paper-thin tarmac Or who can brush roads Such a place they crea...