Hoping an End
Woke up amidst the screaming cries, dared to stare through the window
Eyes couldn't believe a thousand corpses lying, hands couldn't recognize the skulls
The day before a boy told me to hurry, jokingly I said, Why will the place be bombed,
A house filled with joy nobody idealized could grow into ashes,
Defeatedly begging with joined hands to
feel my mournful belongings, once again
people were shattered down on their homeland....
Written from the perspective of people who are often deprived of their lives because of WAR.
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