Poetic-Verses
BURNING MONEY
It was the Junta's order
To burn money at that field
So that one more reckless boy
Would be shot dead by its heap.
Heaps of old, old notes
Were poured there at that field
While officers waited
Round it for a thief
I am not interested
In your method, please.
Why not convert those old notes
Into other mints.
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BURNING MONEY
BURNING MONEY
