Satire

  I rise up to march

world barricade

I insisted dictators

ends of the dish. the word

freedom because I

I run wild. I am

sometimes as they

that war incendiary

Force brainwashing

Therefore peace, we will fight.

Mars Pig, as soon as March

the blood stains of tears

mouth twisted in pain.

Man is a beast

which lurks repeat the same wonderful

which is too much to dazzle and shine.

Mars soon pig blood red

colored soil, and the snow.