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When Young Men Become Cabbages
The women of this land have told it all:
Their young men have become cabbages,
They are the walking dead,
Drained into the drainpits
By cans of kumikumi gin
And hard toxic unga in their blood.
The sun in their eyes is dead
And darkness drains their delight,
Their pens have become flaccid,
Cannot stand firm and erect;
Their life's liquid is dried to death
By the methanol in kumikumi
And the poison of unga in their blood.
Who will marry their girls,
Who will service their wives,
Who will sire children of the future,
If the young men are rendered impotent,
Gulping down gallons of the killer gin
And injecting poisons in their blood?
The women of this land are angry-
And hungry too, for men,
Real men with cannons in their loins
To warm the hearth of their hearts,
To fire their v-llas with passion,
And to sire children of the future.
