In the world of the rulers dead:
Lifeless persons matter;
Livings beings matter not;
They are hated and dishonoured;
They are unappreciated and discarded;
They aren't allowed any space...
...to breathe with ease;
I can't accept it!
In the art of devils' dance:
Hate, terror, and fear matter;
Love, peace, empathy, humanity matter not;
Loveless policies matter a lot! ! !
I can't accept it!
In the aesthetics of pharaoh:
The art of killing matters;
Innocent babies matter not;
I can't accept it!
In the cannons of brutal powers:
Oppression and occupation matter;
Freedom and liberty matter not;
Freedom-loving persons can't be tolerated;
They are harrassed and tortured;
They are terrorised and tormented;
They are massacred and annihilated;
This is Genocide! ! !
I can't accept it!
In the constitution of the world warlords:
The peacemakers do not matter;
In the presence of violent armies and militias,
The cheerful and smiling protesters matter not;
Delightful and peaceful marches matter not;
Might is right is their Bible!
The Bible of peace they tear off;
I can't accept it!
MyKoul
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