World
Democracy is not a political itch
nor this country of ours to be one-damn?
strange dwelling places will not be such things nor
African bushy lots nor market places nor these streets
across these new world's ere lands?.
Political war, war, war
O politics what war trick what peace suspicions what
grudges in love what thing whatever so otherwise?.
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