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THE EXPANSIONIST COLUMBUS !

THE EXPANSIONIST COLUMBUS !

Is it the same land that Columbus discovered?

Then Columbus is still alive, I have heard.

And lo, to what limit has grown his appetite !

That he fights with those, who do not wish to fight.

Is it a crusade, or a deadliest simple war,

To grab fuel for driving his lusty car?

The appetite of Columbus seems funded by mystery

This fact no one can forget, not even history.

But Columbus must have a mind of his own

Otherwise, how long does a boat take to drown?

He has grown into an expansionist

And his hopes are just fog and mist.

He is deceiving, of course, he is deceiving

His own people, thinking himself a democratic king.

Can we imagine, the fire that we lit,l

Won’t return a spark or a flame out of it?

He thinks the fire he lit on a remote land

In mountains, plains or Syrian sand,

Would keep him out of the whole fuss

His role, no one, nowhere would discuss.

But it is the nature’s simple doctrine

Every act wins a reward, a feat or a sin.

So, my dear expansionist Columbus, listen to me

If you can, with your own eyes, see,

Do it in present, if you haven’t got Alzhiemer

Future will turn you into past, on is its timer.

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Sayed Thangal

good ideas and good narrative poem, well done

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