| When the world loses its good focus, Insanity reigns supreme; The ears that heed the common voices Have themselves assumed deaf ones. Echoes from the grave and tomb yards, Come now,we want more of you! We want blood to be shed! A people that speak same language |
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| Find themselves at the tower of babel. A season of death, Nations against nations;tribe against tribe, Religion against religion;ethnics against ethnics, Blood shed after blood shed, All these culminate in heavy death tolls |
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| And a huge and magnanimous human casualty; Hence an harvest of death, An answer to a call, A call from where? A call from the great beyond! |
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