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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Our soul dwells on the land of the living [Looking for answers] but it seems no one hears Our soul wanders and mourns in silence for our children We weep for our children soul and with bitterness we mourn. Our hearts growl and moan like a bear for justice we moan and moan, We seek for men with compassionate hearts to intervene How much blood has to be shed; until our grief is heard? How long do we have to live in the shadow of the wicked? The wicked grow like green grass and sow deep its’ roots They go backsliding in the way of their own heart We can hear on their path, violence as their feet runs to commit evil Their roads are crooked and their vigor strengthens like a beast. If, in our agony we seek for vengeance, who is the one who suffers? Our innocent people, they are deprive from the truth and the truth is not longer their shield. How can we defend ourselves? When our oppressors are dressed with heavy armor and fear lack from them. So, we cry out loud and lift our voices like a trumpet and say; Is there anybody listening? Can any body feel our pain? Is there anyone out there who can heal our pain and grief? For our innocent children from every corner of our city have been slain. There is no peace in our heart and our refuge is our silence Our spirit is wounded to the dust waiting for someone to deliver us We call upon our leaders of our cities and to those who have eyes but can not see. You have promised us to be our fortress, and security against our oppressor vindicate us so we can find some peace and relief in our heart.
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