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Game
English Poetry |
When you stand up
For what is right
With all your might
They don’t like your sight
And want you to sit tight
With fear and fright
Or may be catch a flight
And wish you live
In a pitiful plight
It is a brithright
To stand up for your right
And till the last
You need to give a fight
To finish the game
And bring it to an end
Playing it straight
Upholding the right