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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Voices and screams wailing from the face of the world, There is nothing but the days of Sodom and Gomorah Soils of syria turns to ashes The world is now a melting pot, Jets and planes rocketing the face of the sky Visions from Sango are no more Oh shame ! where the word love have gone That world of tranquility and harmony without destructions, Without tankers and hummers from united states trolling the lands of Sudan for peace in wars they start In Ethopia my sisters are dying Alshabaab ravage the land ,dry bones are living in subjugation In the name of power and sovereignity M23 turn to bullies Everyday is a blood bath, (le) fleuve congo flow with hatred Skies have gone grey with the mist from barrels Mother is crying in Afighanstan for her baby son his life expectance reduces to 24 hours and living life is now by grace not by choice Even the air we breath some one wants to take control and gain popularity out of it I see power hungry turns our brothers into good guys with bad hearts Yesterday it was father now its my own brother Why is it that power turns to corrupt absolutely Boko Haram is seeking all virgins of the land And to my aquintances may be its only i left to fill this hole of earth and I guess to vultures gone are the days of hunger But why is it that we presume to be free but everywhere in chains We work for them and they eat for us They sing for us and we dance according to their tune
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