Engin Delirio
That man deserves to die!
And his sickness was so sore,
In the centers of world power,
We never would have worked.
As long as the people have the guts,
Very red skins and little hair,
They no longer act as nucleophiles.
Traces of this perfect thing,
Natural rights is simple nonsense;
Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
It’s the thankful people who are happy.
We’ll have to share our guilt,
Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise,
An angry mind is a narrow mind;
The energy system also affects society,
He has already written too much.
Recycled Poetry 