SERVER CANNOT BE FOUND..

SERVER CANNOT BE FOUND..
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The cart at the back, the shadows on the floor , its a hot day add a chapter ear marked of the story of man.
He knows nothing about the internet.
Ask him who is the Prime Minister of the country.?
He will reply Hunger.
Ask him who is the President of the Country ?
He will reply Thirst.
He knows nothing as a beggar he has lost his birthright as man.
He is a zoological biological animal.
Yes I shoot beggars add it as poetry to my anthology of pain.
The war in Iraq , the kidnapping of the English girl in Nigeria, the terrorism sponsored by radicals, the Glasgow bomb affair, nothing bothers him, he is too is interconnected , wired to a supreme being..his window opens each morning when he sets out to beg, another window opens , when somebody drops a few coins in his battered utensil, you go close by , ask him how did this happen , that bought you down to earth.. a window opens ..page cannot be displayed, refresh try again, go back to the earlier site..
You make another attempt ..this times the screens goes buzznet black..beggar will be back shortly..
But you wont give up..you want to leave a comment on his page , you have nothing else to do, and luckily the asshole who is posting this is not showing our Muslim woman in a hijab sleeping like him, crippled and begging otherwise you would have to give vent that it is the fucked white western man that has done us in.. us means Muslims.,
Today is your day off so you dont have to shoot tazbis, again camera in hand you come closer , through the ninja folds of your hijab you take another pot shot..
this time it says very clearly SERVER CANNOT BE FOUND...

server a somnolent god
cannot be found
he wanted to save humanity
he got caught in the floods
luckily he did not drown
a world he made of whites
blacks yellows and browns
wise men and all stupid women
preachers as clowns
cities as graveyards
crematoriums as towns
sucked names nouns and pronouns
anti humanity
we thus announce
what god fuck
our own parentage of mankind
we openly renounce
silence of the lambs
slaughtered to appease a god
bleeding throttled poems as sounds
seeking the moon
with his ears touched to
scorched famine infested ground
to save our bodies
our souls we impound