Tears of blood,
Famine and flood.
Only war no peace,
Everything but no ease.
Than flesh dearer is metal,
We have lost our speech gentle.
This is the hour to hit and win,
To earn paper we sell skin.
Love finds place in the garbage bin.
Rich grow richer, poor still the same,
Former have money, latter save shame.
A boy cries with hanger pain,
But no one dares to cure his pain.
Older wise kicked out of home,
In old age homes, they weep and mourn.
Bodies sold and bodies raped,
Minds black in white gowns are draped.
In His name, done is crime,
Worse than worst is this time,
Let us set a new goal,
And try to save our soul.
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