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Sep 2018
I fear our world is going mad
This place that we call home
With fires, gunshots, protests, panic,
Chaos rules and we react

Our laws mean nothing in the cosmos
Nature cares naught for our lives
I fear the world will end in fire
Lit by flames of our unrest
April
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April  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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     RK, Timothy and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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