We shall face the doom
Because answer is not found heart room
It is filled with hatred
Our love is already dead
We have become materialistic
Our progress has remained static
We can murder any one
For little consideration
We are blinded
And peace is never founded
As we have involved in hate campaign
Where bullets shower with relentless rain
Our brethren are dying
The enemy is spraying
With Bullets and bombards area
The residents are forced to flee
We have become blood thirsty
The tension is mounting already
The world may witness another holocaust
With irrecoverable material cost
The progress may be made slower
The country may turn poor
The economic hardship shall flow
We shall suffer and poverty shall grow
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The progress may be made slower The country may turn poor The economic hardship shall flow We shall suffer and poverty shall grow