VIOLENCE
Eye wrinkle it began
To begat disparage
And yet Tysoning
Shoot again begotten
Hemorrhage is brings
Shelling and uphill
We export oil
Yet importing mortars
Listen to the melancholy
Of motherless mothers
That of fatherless children
And of groaning men
If we must mêlée
Let’s fight for peace
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