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Nothing changes the fact That you are an animal Even if you pour gold In an old poor man's cup When you tried to carve This land from hundreds You didn't notice, you must For your sake at least The strength they bore Can scatter all your dreams Over their dead bodies Whether you serve the country
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
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Nothing changes the fact That you are an animal Even if you pour gold In an old poor man's cup When you tried to carve This land from hundreds You didn't notice, you must For your sake at least The strength they bore Can scatter all your dreams Over their dead bodies Whether you serve the country
People in my region may have to leave their houses just because the government thought this is a better place for an oil industry to process. The village consist of a 75 year old public Christian School and a Holy Church along with hundreds of families living around them. Now, the people are striking for their land.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
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