A FLYING POEM

Make the paper fly
Make printed letters fly
In a swarm
It do no harm
Print the solution
Why a revolution
Make it a try
Just fold a fly
Bring all the rage
Up to the stage
Let it be seen
Merely there between
The roses in the garden
And make no pardon
For gunmen in the rows
Acting like cows
Staring like it’s you
Who spread the flu
But not the president
While in his resident
And we have warned
And are not armed
Our stretched arm
Can do no harm
It’s not a gun
Don’t make us run
We’re here to say
And it’s a pray
To tell our message
We need a new age
And to come now
Then we will bow

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This is a prey for the lives of the brave men and women who are prisoned at night, but still continues to fight for justice all day long.

There is no © for me and you can use it if you like for free, just remember me. d’Viggo 2020

You might know me, but you don’t. I got wet in the rain, but now always soaked. I thought a lot. High thoughts and also loud and clear.

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