The lovely days, the good people:
How do not want war.
When I have difficulty breading,
and a racking cough
(memento of the war)
bends me to earth
like machine-gun fire;
Starvation / Hunger;
Think and remember all
the children in Africa,
On this day how do not
bread any longer.
Instead they could have
play and enjoy their life.
All due to human incompetence.
Shall they finish or break it off,
Suffer life till the end,
though so rough?
Mostly out of accord with
ourselves.
We or many lived in a
permanent hell due to
incompetence by human.
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