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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rueben is Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pen Brutish Rueben is dead, cold blooded, and dumb<br>We shall not mourn, <br>Our first born scribe now buried in their ruins, as many of his likes<br>Weep not comrades, <br>Will he speak for himself? <br>Not again, <br>The rejoinder master lies on the laps of Delilah’s whom he once denounced <br>He shook hands with the devil and died<br>Ruben was not killed with their barrels when he ought to have been dead<br>He gave himself up willingly<br>And threw reputation to the mire<br>The columns of contradicted life condemns conscience<br>Disparaged pages of Jewish fated hypocrisies<br>Public circulated ranting at the Rutam House for advantage <br>Only reprobates, dares to defend these, justifying them in rejoinders<br>The obvious, we lost him<br>A consenting silence, the booing of legislators, the shock of commoners<br>No rejoinders, none till the expiration of his mingle after four years, <br>If it comes, <br>It will be weak, supportive of the evil he once decries <br>We lost him.<br>A rare obituary for comrade’s compromise<br>In honour, dishonoured<br>Gather yourselves together to the head counts<br>One man is missing again, amongst scrawl’s giants <br>His price was paid, fully paid<br>His dignity mellowed for pomp<br>Ruben, <br>Trapped by ganger wigs to the tricks of the Pol<br>Silence demeaning an age long chevron, <br>Now bowed to the “Yes-man-ship” of intelligential <br>Is this the manner of a fall? <br>“Unelected” Ruben, <br>Scoop the motives when deeds are done<br>Now, in reiterates, a kiss of betrayal<br>For $, £, #<br>Bring us no more juice of their scandals, wrapped around your neck<br>Reputation! <br>“Oft got without merit, lost without deserving”<br>And like the morsel of Esau, <br>Or the heel of Achilles<br>He fell headlong to his secret desired lust, <br>The motivation of his wittiness, “gain” <br>“Use to be”, delectable most read columnar<br>The guardian of innocent brave Negro clone, <br>A tutor to unsoiled zealous journalist<br>Until his price was determined in the closet of crafters<br>And as Judas, sold his master and friends the masses </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Besmirched Ruben, <br>Farewell, <br>From the table of our pride and denouncement, <br>From the honour of untainted degrees, <br>From the circle of few men loyal to conscience, <br>From the gathering of consistent morality, <br>We bid you farewell, <br>When the roll call is renewed after this ruin, “sell-outs” shall not be there<br>Farewell Ruben, enjoy the loots<br>Farewell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Macaulay+Akinbami">Macaulay Akinbami</a><div class=q>
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We shall not mourn, 
Our first born scribe now buried in their ruins, as many of his likes
Weep not comrades, 
Will he speak for himself? 
Not again, 
The rejoinder master lies on the laps of Deli..."></div>
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