Look outside, open your eyes, and see our world of lies,
For we try to compromise, or else simply survive.
There's no person caring, for what happens, anywhere.
If it doesn't bother anyone, here, there's not a reason,
There.
They make not a sound, not a sound,
As their tear drops fall.
Not a mound of human corpses now,
Visible.
The saddest part, in this Hell,
Eternally known by all,
Holds our breath, moves us less—
The abyss called ignorance.
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