WARNING TO CHINA

CHINA, YOUR BETRAYAL WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN!
Your product stores will be rotten.
For wiping your wounds there will be lack of cotton.
One day, you will vomit the wealth ill-gotten. 

by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra 

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