DO-GOODER
The bloated stomachs
In stinking gutterrs
The naked ribs
Of sprawling skeletons
Hoot for a time bomb.
I say
Horror begets horror
To nullify horror
The flatulent do-gooders
Climbling pulpits
In deserted churches
Damnable mosques
Wretched palm-groves.
This poem is about:
My country
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