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La théologie pour les Politiciens (Haiku) by wilco
Religious zealot!
Place your brown hands in the air.
Give me your wallet.
Forced to ground zero.
Watch the mushroom clouds rise slow.
Where are the babies?
Presidential words
Mean nothing to the blown up.
Wash your hands clean now.
Into the future
Donkey selling free money.
Blaming love of force.
Into the bleak past
The hopeless Christian wanders.
Forcing love of blame.
Whatâs a boy to say?
If this Haiku offends you
You are uptight bitch.
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