I think,i know you

i do not know you as anything

either or not i must wrong you

all i know is a scream of baby heard

otherside of my wall just like pleading

to a wicked mother

am i the mother refering to?

even am the dreadeous

i would accept the call

because i have sometimes trying to diswall

and fish out the craze-baby

i would put the sharpen tool down

and refuse not to carry the baby

inside the mercy palm of my ancient

i must think back well and lure

to grab my inscissor with lovely-cated

indiswall the wall build by hero

of my late time during then

Author's Notes/Comments: 

citing the poem to desroy the plan of war against one another.particularly africa.'war is shame that shame after generating the income'

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