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What are you, Prakash? Blood sucker or body grabber? You seem to be both: A poem
I see your evil grow like leaves of flowerless orchids uglily spread from the base. I can feel your rapine stare like torchlight in my eyes that I have to squint at or hide away from, my treasures all at risk. When all I want to do is to give you a blank unwelcome open-eyedContinue reading “What are you, Prakash? Blood sucker or body grabber? You seem to be both: A poem “
Fuck Cancer Canada. I care a fuck if insignificant Canada recognises Palestine
My ancestors were the lost twelfth tribe of Israel, the tribe of Benjamin, who settled in Varca, Goa. Now, devil Prakash will hijack Benjamin
I love Benjamin Netanyahu. But homo Prakash will hijack Benjamin and Israel. Homo Prakash won’t hijack Palestinians or the Muslims. His brother-in-law is a Muslim.
Prakash, you are selfish, desperate and treacherous. And for all your treachery, I am the one who is suffering unbearable suffering
On simply suffering: A poem
I am suffering immensely, for somebody else’s crimes I am also being punished for simply biding my time I never had a first-hand chance to wine and dine Because I thought my duty was to pay with my life Duty doesn’t seek restitution, nor seek any reward There is more than closure in finding omnipotentContinue reading “On simply suffering: A poem “
Prakash, you are Saint Paul, the evil liar-murderer
O Brother Jesus!: A poem
O Brother Jesus, you had it all! Pisces arose at your call Then there was your treacherous fan follower Saul The evil liar-murderer who became Paul And Dad Joseph said it with an oath that the messianic legacy was mine at birth How did you then ride the ass into Jerusalem? Prophecy became your opportunityContinue reading “O Brother Jesus!: A poem “
Prince Harry and Meghan: A poem
We will not go back again to the hateful kingdom where we were slain Prince Harry and Meghan All those arse-licking louts can carry on what they began We don’t want their throne Let Prakash, William and Cate, own Can you call out the Xenophon(b)e? Let evil harvest what evil has sown When they singContinue reading “Prince Harry and Meghan: A poem “