To the General.
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IMPUNITY
If all, a myriad of minds
Radical, shrewd never lewd
Where will it lead?
If all, shepherds,
None, wolves under sheep's wool
Will the passé lead the future?
Yet, subverted amass
Of land and welfare
Under the spins of augury
Hope, no more
Hope, has gone
Gone and flew.
As mere memoirs
of yesterday's terror
of populace's outcry
"I shall shed blood,"
aflame of vigor, galloping horses
protégé of the pious hussars
untamed yet ferocious
Pronto! Shall set you free
A Luna embarking,
Mocks the savages,
Blustering voracious wolves,
Seizes the two-faced enmities.
Quibblers, the sardonic
Gluttonous, the contempt
All the vices and follies
Wolves howling!
Wolves denigrate Luna,
Never not condone,
None is above the firmament
Farceur, shall never be spared!
Condemnation,
Eyes blindfolded,
Eavesdropping persecutes,
Tongue tied and twisted.
If death shall compensate,
To set you free,
Shall never hesitate
I shall offer
I shall kiss the fireflies
of nightmares
Until tomorrow
Is no more.
