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Chanting the victorious
war songs from afar
our warriors are back home
all covered with the
blood of neighbour enemies
they never disappoint us.
Their victorious medals
stand not the best of time
our household is crippled
foundation built upon gasps
cracks run through the mind
of our fence
peace, now a story in the Genesis.
Our warriors are back home
but like a breathing-startle
leprosy sucks into their
veins, helpless…….
Our warriors,
helping hands to the
neighbours but leprosy at home…..
Our warriors are back home.
