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Sunday, 1 November 2015

Insurgency.

He steals
 robs his own kin
 creates a din
runs away with the steal.

His kin attack him
 he is silent  always
 they hurl stones in all ways
 he keeps dim.


He makes good use
buys gold and land
his family turns grand
 the rest are confused.

Such men do live in happiness
 money dictates terms
honesty loses its form
a way of insurgency


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