The Scoundrel

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    I dedicate this poem to the gretest former president of USA, Mr. Geaorge W Bush.

    The Scoundrel

     Hear you, we the people, send our protest. On the wings of those honest birds. Hear you, the scoundrel, across the world wherever you may reside. We the people sound out our failed hopes, of agony and silent cries. Hear you, the scoundrel you told us your dreaded lies. Hear you, we the people, beleived in your visions of Freedom. Hear you, you scoundrel your wretched filth fills us like a drug injected in our veins, we like your petty ways. we still beileive to beleive your lies. Hear you, You Scoundrel. who live among us. Till this day.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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