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The Hands That Hold The Hideous Guns
The Spuds We Stew In Deep Dark Rum
When We Too Fell For A Lost Wasteland
When A Bullet Flirts With Every Head
Lest You Be A Martyr, O My Son !
I Am A Naked Satire
Not A Patch Of Land But A Shred Of Soul
…The Sons We Lost …
… Lest Time Forget Tiananmen …
Why Men Love War !!!
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