SNAPSHOT 12
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He looked everywhere for a patch of leather
To shut a hole in the wall of his
tent to withstand the stormy weather
He once had a warm cosy home
yet now he does the world roam
His country was plundered by gangs of war
Who have no cause to fight for
They are just opportunists who aim at looting
They don't even know why they are shooting
Blinded by greed , or drugged by weed
They burn their land killing every seed
Not knowing that the hands that them feed are the same hands that all this destruction did lead
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