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To Arms.

When they ask you why you are so angry…

Light the match. Ring the bell. Release the dogs.
Sound the trumpet. Burn the buildings.
Count the death toll.
Darken the alleys. Beat the war drum.
Demand impossible.
Take their freedom for your own then ask them…

How placid do you feel living in such flames?

salmaelwardany

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