By Mohammad Yousef
In the heart of the urban tapestry,
where concrete dreams pulse and thrum,
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Again, misspelled title to fantasy city poem. Cities, yours, are dirty, drug-filled in your country.
Your title to poem is misspelled, and you call yourself a poet? You are a police lackey, a police proxy who takes up space here.
Mr. Police Proxy, Mr. Police Sycophant, the cities in your country are dirty, drug-filled, overpopulated.