They died young
Some said, for what ?
Black hair, large eyes, and ?
Nationalist, but not a gentleman !
Killing and some more...
Dramatic for the people there,
No food,
No home,
No life,
Only disaster,
One after another,
Killings
Who ?
Why ?
Will the world help ?
I do not think so...
They drop some bombs...
Good, more killings
More disasters
Less life.
Being Human
To whom ?
Save some ?
So only one person is
important to ourselves.
Ourselves
Within our body;
Within our skin ?
In our heart,
In our head,
In our brain,
In our feet,
In our blood.
Are you sure that you exist
On your own?
We are closest to our selves.
Don't trouble us with others,
And their problems...
Congratulations.
Well done.
Twelve dead;
Two men burnt
To black cinders;
Ten more persons mutilated ---
Fragments of them
And much more
Is the daily life of the people
In the middle east.
We speak...
But do we mind...
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