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It Drummed Doom

We’re bothered;
Our borders are filled up
With masquerades.

They’re not friendly
And their eyes
Are fired up with revenge.

Our fathers
Have drummed doom
To doom our already doomed faces.

Goodnight, Mma,

I’m a warlord
And should die
By my own sword.

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