Quatrain

Seekers of peace, enough hypocrisy!
Your words are all deceit and trickery
There's nothing but thick darkness in your hearts
In which no ray of light can ever be.
Your conference is a market where the rout
sell justice and buy perfidy. No doubt
Peace-making should be easy, but I ask
When did the tigers pull their own claws out?
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Ilyas Farhat
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