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WEEP NO MORE! Grief-stricken tossing my eyes on tomorrow, Living in this world that’s full of sorrow, Plagues, deaths; the whole ambience is horror, Tangled and strangled in an envelope of terror. Who owns the key to our motherland? To open gates for love and eternity, Love’s preserved and reserved for the loved, For all I need is amity and humanity. Tis not a hard nut to crack, Just sit down and flashback, All about being in a pack, Not skulking and dodging as you duck. Be optimistic and shun, From hooliganism for it’s not fun, Maimed, killed and burned, While a cloud perished when gunned. Animosity and cynicism to banish, For the merits of concord you’re well acquaint, Discard prejudice and let vanish, As we heal the wounds that’s blossomed in hearts. Rivers of tears we’ve shed, But the memories seem to fade, Sun’s sizzling hot but there’s no shade, For me to cover my baldhead. Humanity’s destiny is fostered on youths, To bury and shoo old myths, With sanity and taking the bulls by the horns, We’ll weep no more and come up trumps.
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