Why All This
Life is so dispensable,
Where there is no notice of its right,
Where it is easy killing then breathing,
Where suffering has become an interest of conflict,
Where survival has become our very last wish,
All there is,
Living for something, And dying for Nothing.
Copyright © Saleem Durrani | Year Posted 2013
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