Salam holds a glittering sword in his right And a well sharpened matchete in his left He cries for war in the nooks of every crannies Roaring on our streets...
Because a man’s not of your creed, You strike him down without remorse, And there you stand to watch him bleed, His eyes pleading in muted Morse! Is there a...
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