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                                   The human creatures dancing 
                                To the rhythms of blood and flesh
                                  Shrieks and sobs of soft babies 
                                        Pain, agony and misery
                                       Years yell the same story
                                       Written in tears and ruins

                                       Hearts turned in to stones
                                       Homes turned in to smoke
                                         Hitting the candid souls 
                                       Bitten by chill and hunger
                                            Destined to live in 
                                      Desolation and buried hope

                                 The cruel laugh of booming guns 
                                      Turning breath in to blaze 
                                   The rampage and destruction  
                                   Mocking the innocent masses 
                                         Falling on deaf ears 
                                   Of political lords and masters 

                                          Years come and go
                                 Pain, agony and doom continues
                                     Injustice and endless wait
                                       Is the order of the day
                                   But the world reels as usual
                                Leaving the distressed to destiny

                                    Where is “Happy New Year”?
                                            My heart weeps
                                   The cruel demons and brutes
                                    Celebrating their success of
                                  Shedding the blood for nothing
                                 Turning the years in to tyranny 

                                     Determined  not to learn
                               From the  buds, bees and breeze
                                The art of harmony and peace
                               The hoards  of heartless beasts 
                                 Thriving on human suffering
                                      But, the Father sleeps
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