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COBRAS AND THE MONGOOSE
Penitentiary
Grudge breeding
Hate rising
Like seething lava
Longing to gush out
And destroy
What all it can.
Lips spitting
The venom
Nurtured by self-hurt
For days and months.
Striking
Unexpectedly
With instinctive cunning.
There are so many cobras
And yet just one mongoose
Is enough
To deal with all of them.
