7: What Ain't Fixed

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Storming servants and striking thunder
What a big blunder
Of the hunched over crone
Left hand governor.
She's swimming in gold and adorned in platinum
Splendid swans
Can't break their necks, can't fathom a modicum
Of the starving infants
So what do the riots do to feed them?
There will be frenzy, tears and martyrdom
Mothers will still bury their own children
What is your problem?
Why can't you solve them?
Modern antonyms of years old phrases
"What ain't fixed, go ahead and break it some more",
Amen.

Silent Echoes of Diverse MindsOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora