where the sun is shining, a party is pleasant,
and we have a long way to places this way,
where the war lasts.
we don't know what it is anger,
we don't know what it is hunger.
there where war, every child to know perhaps
that not for him a butterfly is flying,
that not for him, sky is the blue.
and nobody is cheerful,
and the day cannot be solar.
is only a great fear, and danger is close
and fury is seizing people,
but it will pass, age of adversity.
although happiness is sinking in tears.
the victory will come, the hero is carrying.
rolled in mud, given a bath in blood,
a story will arise, how a pale dawn
is coming into existence.
how a free man, is born again...
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Great effort of humanitarian awarness it is very essential in the present, you expressed a long ways in this work, Thank you great writer,10++