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The War
Who had waged countless wars
That have all ultimately become
Pounds of wounds
Sitting on both shoulders
All the wars turned into
Pure exhaustion
And lots of embarrassment
Came into being later on
Prayers can beat off
The soul's meanigless wars
Sunday 26th March 2023 12:38 pm
Children in the war
A child is stuck in the war
Her screams are unheard in her throat
Her mother is bleeding
In the ruins of the kitchen
Another child is running
To the ocean in her dream
The bullets do not seem
To let her go a single step
Another child is lying
Under the old pink blanket
With prayers in her whispers
Wanting to be deaf
To be deaf to the bombs
Falling from the ch...
Tuesday 22nd June 2021 11:03 am
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