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Quiz for the People

Soldiers are here, they've all arrived.
They think no more, they just survive.
They're asked to turn their hearts to stone,
their bodies here, their spirits gone.

No time to cry, they can't express
the grief they feel, their loneliness.
Despair which dances uncontrolled
absconds their minds and leaves them cold.

It's obvious who is at fault,
who benefits from this assault.
Corporacracy, crystal clear,
the golden few who own this sphere.

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