Loot-Hoot-Shoot

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Humanity is suffering with the madness, I am sure enough, no doubt about it, Disease of many kinds, your highness, Fearing the disease, I am fainting fit Continental epidemic spread via nations Asia is suffering to bring back primitive, Europe and America with modernity commotions, Africa suffers with poverty virus captive, As human suffers with lack of vitamins So the people belongs to the country suffers, Fighting to acquire the power, Resisting not to loose the power, All are pleading peace and keep the peace flag, For them its not peace flag but peace plague, Everyone got a reason to proof his act right, In a dark room, sitting alone groping bright, Where to get a person who can guide me, who is right! Suddenly appeared a alien like shadow, What do you search in the dark man, Whereas, You can't see and judge in bright light, All suffers with plague of lust; a false might, Ego-ago, ego- ago, peace-piece, preach- preach, All are in ditch, non is right; 'A lot of lost sight', I tell you one thing in few words, your words, Earth is suffering with a few words, Pet a dog, Give it a bad name, Finally shoot, Then with grandeur loot... Listen, listen to me carefully- Make a knot in your mind Later it will remind=== You all are, 'charred hearten species' You are nothing but a soot, Only you all can hoot, Swings your thought- Loot-hoot-shoot-loot- shoot

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