A drop of curtsey to the cradle of civilisation
Cradle of Civilisation Lost
If we abandon ourselves to the torment of infamy,
Depredation, vandalism and perjury,
Emblems of death with relics of mortality
Will flirt every home…what a hapless tragedy!
If no one resists the torrent and adds a dash of humanity,
Never will mother land be a haven of safety.
A nest it will be for those begotten in cruelty,
Conceived in shame and atrocity.
Written the day
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