'To hide a wood
Plant it in a forest
One could! '
Practise that
Is what we should
To save our neck
When different courses
Time and history take.
Unless a circular we pass
For a handshake with us
How else and where else
Could we hide
Our blood stained hand! ///
To make a living citizens have to work but despots and their henchmen contravening the aforementioned right coerce them to follow their example
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