INSECURITY IS INSECURE
my tongue written all,
a taste of my country's dignity,
insecurity, insecurity big or small.
Come oh sleep come,
though bullets feed the air,
in my hide out no harm,
way far where terror is hunting in despair.
Death is as a daily meal,
leaking boundaries, guns my friend,
a laughing parliament our money they steal,
forgetting insecurity to mend.
Worry my blanket, my gun my pillow,
hunger my breathe the sun my witness,
mooaw! Mooaw! In death they bellow,
their carcass my meal...my only happiness
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