It suffers from its ordeal Simply because we have abandoned it Together with its pretty people... We are all selfish and even ignorant In reacting to its pains and sufferings... We have fled away with Our bad back to find a good luck, but All in vain... Madaya pays a very high price for Our abandonment of it... We have abandoned those pretty people To starve to death without Doing any good thing towards it... The pretty city dies slowly together with Its pretty people simply because They refused to kneel down, but To God... Our world is totally blind, dumb, and even deaf When dealing with the heroic city... We pray God to help that pretty city and To save its pretty people... ____________________________________________________________________
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