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Apr 17
war
The war will end.
The leaders will shake hands.
The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son.
That girl will wait for her lover to return.
And those children will wait for their heroic parent.
I don't know who sold our homeland.
But I saw who paid the price.
Twisted Poet
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Twisted Poet  16/F/New Zealand
(16/F/New Zealand)   
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   Arthur Vaso
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