In a dreary room,
a large, foreign altar sits,
Colourful figures of venerated Gods
A mother reaches for a dormant incense stick,
and with a lighter, she
lets its fiery wrath manifest in front of the statues.
The Gods watch,
as wars are fought,
And bodies of children are torn apart:
Gods want their heads,
Men want their limbs;
Nobody will yield.
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