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SaveSo many screams I hear
And find myself in fear
In a huge crowd being
Formed ‘cause of the rite here
Against “I’ll stay” said sheer,
Said back equally dear.
Ignoring all of this
Both the poor and the rich,
Father, mother and kids
Of house or of street’s grit
Say it is pathetic.
Infinite impasse ‘till
In the rhyme of all this
Chosen pharaoh exists.