TO PUPILOPEDOPHILE
by Galaburda Cyril
Don’t surrender under tortures.
Butchers want you to give up
And your trust for them the shortest
Way to drive in their stamp.
Soul is not the greatest ransom
And your nature’s to be freak.
You remain for me so handsome,
But you haven’t to be weak.
Are you chained or tied around?
Are you forced to sleep or woke?
Has your freedom any bound?
Have you anyone to talk?
6/11/2010