As I sit down and write Tears drip down my face It’s a weird feeling I am trying to fight I feel pushed, pulled, stamped & smothered How worst it can get to feel that no one around is bothered Blood stains, broken windows, burnt places is all that I can see This is democracy where people are left to die for free I am more scared of humans than bombs You never know the garden in which you are walking will be your tomb What do I teach my kids Should I talk about fairy tales & angels? Or do I tell them about broken mosques & burnt temples? I feel so horrible I feel so blue Please stretch your hand god Please stretch your hand & take me away with you This place is no more safe Have some mercy on us & stop pretending as if you have no clue As if you have no clue…
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