Nowadays we don't know if We're human beings or flies, We're merely in between knowing Or not knowing what we're are now, We're human beings in our IDS only, but When it comes to treatment we're naught, We're merely IDS and numbers in the Sky of this world just because we fall Like flies in the ugly battlefields Of wrongdoings of killers and murderers, We don't feel anymore because our feelings And emotions are completely dead and lifeless, Massacres and genocides spread here and there Indicating that we're not more than flies, Flies might escape because they can fly, but We can't fly due to the lack of pretty wings, We die and perish in great masses because There is no respect anymore to human souls, so We still don't know what's going on around us And may be tomorrow will be the same as today.
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