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Boats of green, jets of red A cry for help from the oppressed dread Abodes of old, but now torn down Unfurl the white or face the crown. The mossy bricks and the gravel black Wooden pyres and bodies stacked. Battles and wars, left and right Millions die when hundreds fight. Homeless, vagrant, dignities defiled Childhoods lost and old age viled. Breads of honesty covered in mould The plight of the plebeians hidden manifold. A ruthless purge or an exodus to the unknown, Parochial choice the guiltless bemoan. Encumbered voices laden with rue Dead men may tell no tales but the persecuted do.
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Men of no lands.
Boats of green, jets of red A cry for help from the oppressed dread Abodes of old, but now torn down Unfurl the white or face the crown. The mossy bricks and the gravel black Wooden pyres and bodies stacked. Battles and wars, left and right Millions die when hundreds fight. Homeless, vagrant, dignities defiled Childhoods lost and old age viled. Breads of honesty covered in mould The plight of the plebeians hidden manifold. A ruthless purge or an exodus to the unknown, Parochial choice the guiltless bemoan. Encumbered voices laden with rue Dead men may tell no tales but the persecuted do.
Himon_B
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27/M/India
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
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