In this valley of distress,
Dressed in gloom and in phantom dances,
Choked by smoke of repression,
Forgotten by the world lords,
The little orphan children, full and half-widows, ...
...berieved parents٫
Who have only their tears to drink,
Who have barely any grain to eat٫
They exchange their pleasantries with one another,
On their own pathos and woes,
To vent out their anger against their own people,
For their apathy and betrayal,
The jokes in which they speak about their suffering,
Sound pathetic and heart-wrenching
Mykoul
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