Once upon a time
there was a minister,
Mr. Radio minister !
but we can’t call him
radio minister,
because this minister-
Mr Radio minister
from hell’s own country-
locks you inside the bars.
Even though the minister was
double strong in his radio.
When there is a mic,
he speaks…!
when there is a mic and a question,
no doubt its GET OUT !!!
Radically,
I am the minister
I am the king
and you –
GET OUT.
Great work !!
I am really happy to say that your poems are really really awesome 👌👌👌👌
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Me too…I am happy to know they are nice…”thanks for reading them…!”
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