The idea conflict.Red border area tree.Brothers and sisters we suffered for a long time.Ideology separate divide with soil.Our Southern home now lonely silent bin La, everyone he didn"t want to come. The children asked kill why police, soldiers, teachers, people people. A scream. Bloody street machine gun of blast where few life must take sacrifice to solve it? The sky bright children is smiling with hope.* Thai Siam Thai axe heart blood without handle, probably all the beauty there is no power. And sing our Southern home who he listens, bin LA would despair Island rubber trees, listening to the sound of guns so far.* * the red area, conflict of sight, why can"t I turn around, discussing the problem solved.Under the canopy of beauty, my son Siam Thai blood we want to ask how long night breath to the pen axe.
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