I hear the hungry growl of the revolutionaries,
I feel the rain of H2SO4 burning me,
I scream as zombie Einstein lifts his fork to eat my brain,
I gasp as the English monster grabs my throat,
I know the hooked claw of globalisation is impatient to rip me apart,
I shudder as the pythagorean’s rifle aims at me- point blank,
my mug-up weapon isn’t working (crap!), nor is my head,
my legs feel wobbly, so there’s no running away,
until it strikes me- the things that I had left behind long ago,
with slight reluctance, I take up the sword of passion and the shield of hardwork,
and with one swipe my foes become my friends (LOL)!

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