We cannot tall
If knife sarkens Octave
That memoirers recluse

We cannot tall
If raven exhumes from sahara
That eel ration shortens in the sea

We cannot tall
If bare touches the red
That swords raise upon sky

We cannot tall
If races unraffles the pride
That owners lock out of alms

We cannot tall
If elders oscare warthog
That silence still looms

We cannot tall
Kings betray his subjects
That queens berate the gentry

We african domestics
Host orgy to feast with
Like opossum we die
And rise like osprey
To extirpate grown weeds on our orchards
In order to tall and hugy

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its an appeal poem to watertighten the reign of Peace

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