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UNPLEASENT WARS
War, war, war.
It takes us too far,
giving us many scars.
It is cruel, it is bad,
takes away happiness,
and nobody is glad.
Many people suffer, many die.
Very bitter, not sweet as pie,
that’s a truth, not a lie.
All marked with red blood,
flowing fiercely as flood,
War spoils all particles of sacred mud.
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