It was a *Diktat*, not a peace. Men with no uniforms, in a room far away, drew lines on a map that took the bread from my son's mouth. The shame of it sat in our house like a heavy *shokam*. I mark my 'X' for the party that promises to burn that paper, because my daughter hums the old songs, but I have no coal to warm the room where she learned them.
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