Aborted After Birth
I see strange fruits on familiar trees
and fresh fishes in stagnant seas.
I see sparrows growing in the garden...
and flowers flying in skies with heavy burden.
Echoes of reality resound with uncertainty...
Silence screams from depth of serenity...
Beauty basks in the womb of death...
Who will rescue a generation aborted after birth?
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