Peace
It may be the world itself is lone here or is in solitude
or is vulnerable or prone,
then, talk, talk, talk who cares or listens: If such subject
is to tarnish her or whims?;
if such assumptions is to wear her most on the blood
or life itself;
if such whisper or rumour may blaster humanity
elsewhere on the net or these woods-
It may be tis our rights to be patriotic here or elsewhere
around the world?,
It may be tis our rights to be nationalistic here or
anywhere through?-
yes, the notion is always unity and progress?.
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