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7 Anti-Clockwise Time! 1982 to 2000 plus already, Decades of bloodsucking zombies The period when the hour-hand Toiled to the left instead, When dwarfs paraded as giants Fumbling in high thrones Determined in control to stay Even as the nation crashed. Not even the sun is gold When traitors pose as saviors With society on its head. Of Orwellian dogs With rations underserved Honored for devouring their masters, And the gray matter of society ignored, Ridiculed and slighted with Monthly crumbs of Mvondoian token. The pen stymied, the gun shimmering And dripping oil, This hour of macabre rituals And demonized priorities. Money is money but cannot buy all. See underlings crisscrossing the triangle Like Arabian genies on banknote carpets; With election-time surpluses Blindfolding Fanon’s throng to Maintain the reign of weeds. And so-called scholars in Luciferan dominions Of demon-cracy, like the thugs they are, Corrupting voters with unaccounted for Crayfish money. 8 This hour of darkness, Yet in the East I see the glimmer, It will be dawn eventually. ...

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