Only sadness prevails In our life Upon seeing dead people Under the debris where their Pretty houses turned into temporary graves, All people died and perished Under their broken houses As an example of inhumanity and cruelty In dealing with civilian people Whose souls got perished for no reason, We all watch this tragedy that goes on a daily basis, but We don't care, We're in a world of loss that Makes things worse than the worst things, We live inevitably in a dead world Because it does not have any pretty soul! We live in death although we're alive And we're alive although we're clearly dead! Death sweeps and even creeps To take only the pretty and innocent souls, We're lost amid a trivial world That is hopeless and useless, so We only give up to our distress and to our sadness.
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