Sonnet: Forty-Eight Letters

Forty-Eight letters that’s all it will take, To topple a giant with no mandate, And a heart full of selfishness and hate. Who would rather her people never wake,   Her ill-thought plan an untested half-bake, Her appetite for greed will never sate. Isn’t it time to make the Torries wait? Why are we rushing... Continue Reading →

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