They shout whenever they see their flags in the sky
Meal finders leave their search to jubilate with them
They use all their strength proving their interests and competence
Opposition never seem to give up
They raise high their banners not knowing when to get the win
Homeland is blood thirsty. The comfort place is now a place of distress
The young ones are no more job finders but air wealth finders.
# Politics
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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