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Sorry! Oh, little sons of the Divine, Born into this callous land of vices That prides on and on on a’himsa, And a wolf-in-sheepskin democracy. On this land of your nativity--your due, Nurture yourselves as good humans, Staying away from the bug of hatred, To serve it ‘n to transform it for good.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
TO WRESTERS
Sorry! Oh, little sons of the Divine, Born into this callous land of vices That prides on and on on a’himsa, And a wolf-in-sheepskin democracy. On this land of your nativity--your due, Nurture yourselves as good humans, Staying away from the bug of hatred, To serve it ‘n to transform it for good.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
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