Zywa The Internationale

What are you actually capable of?
I have no use for you at all
You have grown old, dirty
and you have no one
to look after you, so

you can tell
I'm tired of you
Get out of here
or I'll cause you something
It is your own fault

You know the way it goes
what you are worth, that
it can't go on like this
Don't just sit there
hoping this will pass

I don't want to see you anymore
You'd better be happy
so patient I've been with you
And now it's time for tea
I'll make it myself today

Poem 2151
Amsterdam, 2019-03-13

Battle anthem
Collection: PumicePieces 
Keyword: Equality: 
Tribute to: Pottier, Eugene 
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