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Breakfast (Free verse) by Dhanesh M Kumar

Hip hip … hip….hurai, Hip hip … hip….hurai Powell, Rice and their company sings the song with seamless joy; Throwing apart the countless skulls of 2 years to 80 years , They are rejoiced by the smell of oil. Miles afar their boss is busy , Eating the breakfast of many Other’s bone..

ALChemy 8-Mar-06/8:49 AM
Show, don't tell. Don't preach. Nobody needs to be told America is evil. We already know we are. We admire the level of evil Iraq has reached. We can only dream of the days when we can cut clits off women and heads off peace corp workers. Do you really think all this bitching is going to sway Americans? More importantly, do you hate black people? I noticed you only mentioned the name of negros. Really the more I read this the more I realize you're terrifically racist.




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