All of us have come out
Of the houses with swords
And guns to execute the heads,
Perforate the chests
Of one another.
No one is to distribute,
Flowers in the streets.
I have come out to sell
My dreams but residents
Are the buyers of gold.
Many of them build walls
Among the people,
No one is to pull down them,
Remove it from the minds.
There exists a gulf of ego,
In the hearts, I did a lot
To shorten the distances.
Even then combatants stand,
In ranks to fold the rows.
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