Schools are empty...
Air without freshness
winds in just sorrow
streets as if painted red..
Welcome to history..
where man was born
religion pioneered
with His love......
Violent cruel terror
in small hands ...
a muddy rock ..
or a tiny stone...
so scared or troubled...
of coming rage....
answers just in bullets..
steep holes in judgment
dying young they know
they don't want to be..
old oppressed souls..
one hope is better
to quest for hope
Sanity died with tanks thunder
peace shattered in fanatic blunder
but ones now in your way are kids..
every one of you and Us
is responsible ..for ..this
end of innocence....
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