At gburun-gburun: I salute the elephant tusk.
My contemporaries who ensures the free-flow of the tide by night and watch galantly as an eagle by the day.
Those who stand firm that our esteemed ideals might not be surcharged by foreign civility and cankerworms.
I salute!
All those who refuse to hide their hearts from the secret conceals of the megalomaniac society:
The megaliths of marauders;
The phlegm of shame and disdain are the rewards of the arrogant leopard, whose buttocks smell the dungs of the dead ringworms.
I salute!
All who step on the lions cribs,
And ensure that the holistic synergy of polithinkers to run the treasury dry is resisted and made visible for all to scorn at.
Todays world has brought nothing but graft and civil ineptitude;
We see the geometric escalation of killings everywhere;
The unfolding threats of eschatological regions;
The cow-like militants are a visible flash of futuristic lawlessness.
Well the future have not been born it seems;
Yet we see a photographic impression of how it might be;
With geo-political migrains of boko-harrass everywhere,
Scafolding the contra-generic missiles is as easy as a tap.
The recruits, i perceive, are now masters;
Masters of the g a m e!
Should we begin to negotiate with driveless terrorists?
That's the million dollar question, i suppose!
