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SIRS (for SARS)


Men of ours- of despotic belonging.
Our black birds,
The darkest a nest has ever produced,
Mocks its mother.

These men of ours- morally wrong,
Birds to off loads- loads off.
Judas's sons.
The ruthless cobras,
Worse than they should be,
Decked in shades,
And music from rifles.

For they are the servants of wrath,
Whose curves breaks into lightning,
To strike out the law.

#El_Magnifico™

(for the bad eggs amongst the "Special Anti-robbery Squad)

#EndSars!!!
#EndPoliceBrutality!!!

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