Do you love  people, childs, country and world more than your own live? 
Than  graze presidents and leaders
with heavy knots, strong sticks, iron rods.
Beat them, hart, wound their nice building carcasses, 
deform their saturated with rarely ingredients bodies, 
reshape their excellent trained torsos
merciless and severe
for their sake and savings and bless of nation. 
All presidents  and governors look as  asses
able to learn and be patient
only  through terrible  beating and sufferings.
Only after long termed awful treatments
by own awoken people
from generation to generation
their majesties have getting  to respect
very slowly and gradually
the  human rights, law, justice and  other firmaments
of sustained civil society, 
stopping for ever
to kill the freedom and opponents, 
to dream about live long presidency, 
and stealing billion dollars
from the purse of country, 
turning  the nation 
toward  the Black Hole of universal corruptions.
So graze presidents and leaders
if you love people and country
and own soul more than your up-to-date living.                
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