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Dec 09, 2008
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the presidents casket 16
now they want there to be peace talks
after numerous body there rots
and differemt aspirations have been hampered by one
like different stars outshined by the sun,
how will these stars get their hearing?
now they want to sign a treaty
to end the rebels duty
when its them that usher out the weapons
but they claim as saint as deacons
and sudden peace is a decoy of deeper wars
they want to shake hands,
but never share the crown among their heads
so what will the deal end in
when no man is ready to give in
i think it shall end in a perilous propaganda
— emeka ozurumba, Dec 09, 2008
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