Losses abound, sorrows abound, but success
Has e'er remain'd for multitude too dear,
Which rich do amass by hook or by duress
Or buy it cheap at loots robb'd of the poor.
Revolutions have risen, buried then
Under the treasonous graves of the crusaders;
The Flag does fly gloriously in each lane
In veneration of victorious looters.
Saboteurs plough through plural dupes and dummies
Too naive to know the play of mobocracy,
That with the broken tissues of their own mummies,
Does build up the plutocrats' democracy.
Free does run the Cog of the Esoteric,
With impunity crushes poor and public.
-- N. P. SAMAL
Really nice
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