I. Anytime, I peer at the wind fondling the nudity of the Sahara. I see bombs, dynamites, Shrapnel, being defecated on the the walkway to peace. Propagandas being etched on the nucleus of politics. Termites of corruption feasting on the root of development. II. Anytime, I listen to whispers blaring forth from the larynx of …
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