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Woe to the Arab Spring
Man does not lift the earth, only drill between
and make their pockets in the Arab Spring.
A swamp that is dry as clay
or blood encrusted.
And liberty suspends
a devil before the harem quarter
and erases the virgins with the whores
and the queen whips in a funnel whisp.
Until a dune in the Eastward blow.
The pretty grain chokes the cannibal,
the Lord that destroyed the good and the bad
in protest.
From the broken seal, unskilled demons loose their bounds.
So be liberty that the Arab Spring
with our lady copper
summoned worse than inequality and a black eagle over the Arab fields.
But the withering of autocracy
by which there was no natural order left to the land.
and make their pockets in the Arab Spring.
A swamp that is dry as clay
or blood encrusted.
And liberty suspends
a devil before the harem quarter
and erases the virgins with the whores
and the queen whips in a funnel whisp.
Until a dune in the Eastward blow.
The pretty grain chokes the cannibal,
the Lord that destroyed the good and the bad
in protest.
From the broken seal, unskilled demons loose their bounds.
So be liberty that the Arab Spring
with our lady copper
summoned worse than inequality and a black eagle over the Arab fields.
But the withering of autocracy
by which there was no natural order left to the land.
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