the pristine and spotless interior is more important
than that visible hassle,
while a beautiful country is ravaged
with bombs and grenades,
just empty words
and then come together as expensive as the big top,
how is that possible?
yes, while a beautiful country is under attack
and innocent inhabitants are hunted and murdered,
shall we allow that? !
And just watching and not really helping,
all the cowards come together to brag that they want to help, why just watch unnecessarily?
I'm old and mature,
but this heart and interior of humanity I still don't understand,
we just watch people being hunted and killed,
why do we allow all this?
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