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V for Vendetta

By Gouri S


The ventriloquist played vaudeville

To vast varieties of visages.

Veritable in verisimilitude,

Even the veracious find him venerable,

Verily venial his verbiage.


Vices of most virtuous 

volubly he voices.

Of vacuous, vainglorious, vagrants and,

vacillating, vile vandals and,

vapid violent villains.

Vigilance and vindictiveness is void;

vehement vituperation of vitriol 

won’t win you victory or vengeance 

for vendetta is his vowed votive. 


By Gouri S


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