Your wapons of violence is like the turbulence of water,
But curse is your anger when you have no love at all.
Yo are like a lion's cub and,
To hamstrung an ox is your way of life;
But give tribute to whom tribute belongs to.
You crouch and do lie down but,
Who dares to rouse you? !
But like the Salt Sea,
You need love than war!
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