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Weren’t hearts made for love
To carry the red fluid
Of oxygen and the genes…
Not pumping rage and blood
There is blood on our land!!
Hearts have lost their office
And sense of right and wrong.
In modern age and time
Cold blood reigns supreme here
Sadly, it rains on all tiers
From the high power drunk,
To green-eyed local folks
Envious of another growth
Spilling blood on our land.
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Amazing write. “From the high power drunk, To green-eyed local folks”
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Thank you Muntazir
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Most welcome
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