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41 The Weapons 14/05/10 Poets have just words To bury swords Twisted ‘n forged with lies Founding human cries. Auto-Critique (Then and Now) 12/05/2010 Our childhood, was it in opulence Brought or brought to strive at excellence? Dream most of us did and do espouse Amidst many a blood sucking louse Sucking from inside-out every drop! Won’t we now quest why all won’t say stop To all these leeches in opulence Swimming and rummaging excellence? Even as their strength from outside comes With their virtue of vice breeding harms Yet, we have the last word and must air To embrace such weather that’s all fair. ...

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