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              the world is not world

              but ordinary word

              where the agony pains the mind

              that memory picks and drop

              fact the brutality raids around

              by the meaningless wins the drap

              with backless shapes the siege

              we children cry and laugh

              from the mounted dart the egg

              to the populous rolls rough  

              we can not call the future

              with passable and fluent

              just only the stammering

              calling the father

              and mother with moulder  

              the world is tired

              we busy

              the world is buzzy

              we hired

              world is weed

              where war is warless

              and where peace is peaceless

              we are lazy warrior

              we can not hang our shield