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Countless times of talking,
On the prepared table of meeting,
Killing is a sin and a silly action,
A sin that brings sorrow and suffocation.
Holy books wisely say:
We are equal in all ways.
Now look at how the world dismantles,
A peace broken down into fumbles.
Fire from far away, made by guns,
Burning and sweeping away the innocents.
What for? Possession and wealth?
Not fair; speeches are not worth.
They sound good and rhythmical,
But bring no change in a circle.
If everything is done to stop,
Why are missiles still in prep?
Copyright © Shamsi Mbogo | Year Posted 2025
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