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Of the Ways of Imperialism It was calm in Iraq . The world thought as luck to live under the great president of Iraq . Iraqis were about Then America told the world. “Hell, hell, hell” No it is paradise “Hell, hell, hell” It is strange, is it? ‘”Hell, hell, hell” It may be ‘Hell, hell, hell” Yes, it is To make Iraq ‘paradise’ the Yankee turned to Iraq , with plenty of bombs, missiles, boings and destroyers… Now the Iraq says C “hell, hell, hell” No it is paradise “Hell, hell, hell” It is strange, is it? ‘”Hell, hell, hell” It may be ‘Hell, hell, hell” Yes, it is

A Lament on Peace; An Ode          O peace where are you Are all wandering to you in vain? When it becomes intolerable The moaning your lack caused O peace tell where you are On air? With the charming bow Or earth? Near the greenmails In sea? Watching the great beauty I gazed the soil, we toil But, than you, welcomed me Vendetta , Iraq , Kashmir and their laugh When you uttered Then I checked the air but what I could see was, Competition of Boeings, This told me you aren’t there At last, I turned to the sea But broken heart the result made me Knowing that you were thrown out Of frights, Cruisers and destroyers Thus, you are neither at air The world, which the lo...

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