An ugly fighting goes on endlessly Without any hope for any coming cease-fire To resume those empty talks About what's going on around... More and more refugees influx towards Those ugly destinations of the unknown In vain and uselessly... Air-raids go on without any hope To stop them endlessly... The whole situation is in a bad shape and There is no pretty hope to end All people's sufferings and pains... All talks' parties are against Each other while more and more victims Fall as a result of that on-going infighting... All empty talks go on uselessly and Only the war's ugly sounds are heard clearly... ______________________________________________________________________
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ugly sound of war is heard clearly and this noise is inaudible to the powerful people to seek justice in the battleground. when are we going to witness the world of peace without any conflict of thoughts?