In war, in peace-
Dice.
Not fun,
Dice
But it is
The creator of
All troubles
Like wicked mice.
Dice,
Never a way of
Relaxation
But a weapon
Of destruction.
Here with us
A new forma
Of dice,
Dice of
Communalism,
And dice of
Patriotism.
And we are all
The prey of
This dice.
Now,
Find no way
To go away
From this dice.
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excellent witty writings- Dice, Never a way of Relaxation But a weapon Of destruction. ///