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Jan 2020
Same Body
  Same Blood  
Yet we all indulge  
   In Everlasting Mud Slinging.
I am Right You are Wrong.
  I am Big  You are Small.
Making Fun of each another
Whenever we get the chance.
They call it with Different Names.
And all most all of us are also convinced.
This Game of Hatred is played by all.
Written by
Aslam M  48/M/India
(48/M/India)   
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