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Poetic Voices From Algeria 2
Be strong, breed of mum!
For with them you won't find a bliss.
They will make sure you lack and miss.
They will even be counting
the sips of water you drink.
They want you to stumble and fall
And only them the sound and strong.
They have got no word of honor
No respect and no hope of being temid.
With them in darkness you will remain
And come hell or high water
They will sort you out false and wrong.
They may look carat 18 of gold,
But they are only plated and fake.
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Chokri Omri
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