To A Man Who Called Himself A Philosopher

Is that's what you came for

to this country

to eradicate your compatriot

with the unspeakable

rage?

Is that's what you came for

to this country

to spread

vicious, speculative, libellous

gossips

to parade in glory

in front of your young feeble feckless fanatics

following your example

of an immoral man?

You should be ashamed

of your big mouth's words

laying in the sewers’ swampy slumps

for the people like you

looking to be the lowest part of this

upturned world.

Now you have to ask yourself:

Was it worth it?

Are you proud of your conduct?

Are you at least ashamed?

I'm abashed instead of you

for being merely a man

a rat, a scoundrel, a spyglass

of my innocent personal acts.

You didn’t know where the fine line was

between the right and wrong,

but I believe you’re going to find out

in front of someone much bigger than you,

where will be no mercy and I know

that is a justice in this world

and I’m clean next to your vile schemes

causing embarrassment only to you.

Fuck you!

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2 June 2021

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