Once more, we rode across
An empty land; a dead land!
Shallow depressions
In the limestone floor,
Held sloughs of glutinous thoughts,
Black mud of despair
Crusted with scabs of
Negative feelings; the world
Or rather its dwellers
Has become a dreadful
Place for many innocents
Whose only error
Was to be present
When certain bully countries
Wanted to pursue
A Machiavellian
Plan to take over other lands;
It will backfire!

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