Then worn unmatched might
the royal mighty eagles
are the very pure native
now unstable still waters
apart from the rogue native
the boasters and the aliens
gnash not a clean whiter teeth
not only to their saviours
but against the iron helmet
bestowed upon born soldier ants
the poet barricade facade of a beast
and end false pride of the heathen
main strip the loose woman naked
spank at shameless buttocks of her offspring
strike all errand, brat sons of hers in the public
silences the watering mouth of a silly female parrot.
Dec 13, 2021
FALSE PRIDE
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Did you write this in your native language?
Seems like there might have been a translation to English.