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Time's like flowing in the sand,

Heap of dunes stacked up on land.

Eerie filled the whole seashore,

Unprivileged in terror!

Nubbled by atrocity,

Hampered cruel society.

Enthroned covetous tigers,

Applauded by the strained cheers.

Rebuke; you'll be shoot to kill,

De Facto, you'll be grave's meal.

Off, justice's now unnamed,

For tigers on top— untamed!

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