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where were wits 
when what witheld 
was wisdomless?
In foolishness the 
nards were 
misinform,yet they 
cried for freedom in 
uniform.

Should we title this act 
of foolishness as 
creativity or 
mediocrity?
What an 
arrangement,the dead 
and the living in a 
morse 
allignment,living in 
desolent.

Unequal were they not 
all born?
The same government 
did not all mourn?
Manifesto did you not 
all heard?
Your leader did you 
not all choiced?
Smiling at your good 
then,snoring at the 
next gen {generation}.
Failure your 
underwear.

Amazing are your 
blessings,contageous 
are your existing 
woed folk.

IF YOU ARE 
BLIND,MUST YOUR 
LEADER BE BLIND?

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