If it were a glass of water,
It can be evaporated or,
It can be frozen for ever.
If it were a glass of milk,
The powder can be obtained,
Which can be exported.
If it were the unsold weaponry,
Foreign land can be used,
To test and reap the profit.
If it were the marketing module,
Naturalized citizens can be called,
To market in their abandoned countries.
But it is the pain that we suffer,
The pain that is suppressed and endured,
What to do with it?
The pain of limbs and mind,
the pain of heart and soul,
the pain of ills and evils,
Take away this pain, my Lord.
A fist size heart can't take this pain,
The brain tries to come out of the skull,
The nerves that inform us all these pain,
please, could you stop sending the signals?
World is so beautiful, People are wonderful,
everything abundant, even the pain too,
take away the pain from us, Lord, What?
Do you say we are the reason for this pain?
Do you say that our habits are the cause?
Do you say that our greediness induce it?
Do you say that you can't help us and
we have to help ourselves?
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