Who wants to muzzle your voice
Yet, to know,
Who burns your house
Yet, to know,
Who dictates you how to news
Yet, to know,
Who robbes you
Yet, to know,
Who replaces you
Yet, to know.
But you only see the stampede of wild boar
On your field of mature crop.
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