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STUCK IN MUD (on a people's plight)
The wind of disorder is blowing, Slowing us down! The dark clouds have eclipsed the sun, Rendering the future bleak! There is no light, no hope, And even the birds gaze mutely! I looked and saw the disgruntled people Wailing and cursing. They were stuck in mud! Helpless and distressed in the mud of