Loud noise, dark smoke, is all around
Large buildings, falling to the ground
Shelling, bombing it goes on and on.
Wreckage accumulating ton by ton.
Sounds of war are here, and everywhere.
Look on world, look on, as we live in fear
Is democracy worth anything anymore.
Freedom is a powerful gift, and that's for Shure.
For to wake up in the morning to peace and quiet.
If it is only a dream that you had the previous night.
But at last no, it is real, look at the news, it's a sad site.
Shelling, bombing it goes on and on.
Wreckage accumulating ton by ton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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