The world is unashamedly,
Very slow and steady,
With the humble arrival,
Of dark night and shiny day,
The inhabitants have become
Fast and furious with commotion,
The preachers are the brutes,
To slaughter the babies heart,
Not ashamed of it the least,
Their life runs as the flit,
Let us take their olds and kids,
And ask them to watch the movie,
The fast and furious for half a day,
And half a night, not too long,
Let their psychologists observe them,
The poor children, sick and old of war zone,
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