| Masked under a well crafted, public image of politician, generation saviour.
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| visionary or religious crusader, the lives, the memory thieves.
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| their bags loaded with shattered rights and crushed dignities.
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| their theory, well perfected, well tested.
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| abominable researches were conducted in my own province, on simple citizens
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| ready to try alternative cures, in hope to ease their depressive disorder.
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| Oblivious to their involvement in the advancement of modern distortion
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| techniques.
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| ignorant of the level of physical violence of the treatments, and the abuse.
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| violated of the right to reject, as now the so called war prisoners,
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| the right to protest.
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| an institutionalized human rights slaughter.
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| I’m ashamed.
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| when choice of words give latitude over restrictions and impact over one
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| destiny, the decisions of a small group of men destroys the lives of many.
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| a haled legal word breach, bringing our brother to a bare low level.
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| I can’t believe that this is now, us.
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| what we grew into as a civilization.
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| sadistic and primitive like our early ancestors.
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| who we are.
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| cold hearted, hypocrite, scrooge, as no educated man before.
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| a politician, generation saviour.
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| visionary or religious crusader, the lives, the memory thieves.
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| their bags loaded with shattered rights and crushed dignities.
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| while in the country capital is spent on a war for safety.
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| how can you justify your means when your inhabitant cannot afford to maintain
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| and cure their own body.
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| winter is slowly taking over.
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| the leaves, fallen on the ground.
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| seasons are passing, my reality getting colder.
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| mistakes from the past forgotten, later refashioned.
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| I’ll never be in a position to sympathise with such power misuse.
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| how can you sleep at night? |