Standing on the outside looking in
Wondering how this all began
Children left without a home
People battling life alone
Empty plates, empty hearts
Looking for a fresh start
Slain hopes; slain dreams
Tortured souls; silent screams
Empty homes; crowded streets
No return without receipts
Seeking answers we all seek
Feeling broken; future bleak
People claiming God’s word
Claim to see; vision blurred
Amputated helping hands
Fight to love their fellow man
Piling weapons one by one
Cry for peace while shooting guns
Self destruction ever prevailing
Lost world continues wailing
Fallen children, women, men
Returning home to fallen lands
Nations in a deadlock
Time ticking; tick-tock
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