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Thursday, May 5, 2011

This Means War - 5/5/11 (Sonnet)

The war started long ago
When tempers reached their limits.
We marched soldiers into every ghetto
And unleashed a thousand bullets.

They fired back with built-in guns.
Machines with rocket launchers.
The robots rolled, a thousand tons,
Annihilation would not occur.

This war, today, is still raging.
Both sides refuse to yield.
On both sides, soldiers waging
For reasons that are now revealed:

They took each of our jobs without fail...
And slept with our females.

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