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A cry for peace
The lines are few and scattered
just like the way we are now
Our country is like a war farm
and the leaders are the farmers
religion stings, corruption, suicide bombing
and dead are the activities in the farm
a cup of blood for the thirsty
no one to judge
I feel the pains even in our breathe
A cry for peace from the wing of Nigeria>/center>
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