Only grave-yards and
Hospitals can tell about
Our ordeals and even
About our painful misery
When it comes to that
Ongoing infighting that
Goes on endlessly...
We only suffer from everyone and
From everything around us...
We only pay very high prices
For an ugly infighting
Which we don't to do with it at all...
We only kneel down
To circumstances that
Turn us into hopeless people...
Only evil-doers, arms-traders,
Warmongers, and all kinds of
Ugly people who benefit from it...
We desperately run away to where
We can be able to find
Safer havens and pretty shelters
To ourselves and
Even to our families...
It is too much for us
To be amid an ugly infighting
That never stops for a short period
Of time, but
On the contrary it gets from
Worse to worse....
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