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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Watching through the screen, A large-mouthed god flutters flag for the defeat in the ballot box And ordered the dove whose glory was stolen To seek haven in the external palms. What is constitutional council When truth has assumed the statue of the sun? What has big brother got to do with crown? When in a decade of baptism of cords and daggers, Authorities were offered to worms of economy. Now to suck the dissolved in our intestines? Kwashiorkor as highly ranked officers gave us order to eat cherub. Are we truly humans When nutritionists have seen the real Power of mal-nutrition on our bony bodies? Many avatars of the globe with grid Have anthologized words of peace, But our callous god configured ears to the rhythm of violence. Now poses death arrogantly at our door, beating his chest gallantly And showcases his desperation through anger-veiled youths. The menace of stammering musket stings no more fear to their angry souls; Men whose chest vibrates, have fled to arsenal To indicate their choice of weapons from the ecclesiastics of death. Feeble women have also sought refuge to avoid the traumatic services of beasts. This anarchy positioned on our hill Roars laughter to our reverie of external aid. Another civil war bangs at our ant-devoured doors with ivory of hope. On the rope of despair, we all swing and await the decision of fate. Globe with grid-Symbol of UN On the political crisis in Ivory Coast from November 2110 to April 2011
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