I know I have a thought factory with in;
The blue collared comrades are in a row;
They are mostly heading for a mutiny,
Without packing the products for delivery.
When crates of apples and oranges
Get cleared from the orchards of my mind,
I pick up roses from my garden
And adorn my roof,with ripe reverence.
When tribal thoughts chase me like wolves,
I pelt robustly my rustic thoughts at them
Driving away the dangerous, chasing ones
With my unflinching arms of battling stuff.
When Lucifer cunningly crosses my way,
I command his execution through lynch law;
Vetting my thoughts as sickles and knives,
I undo Machiavelli with no mood for villainy.
The civil wars should adhere to the civil code
And bravery should subscribe to the right mode .
P.Chandrasekaran.
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