children sit on the streets next to their mothers
all alone, outside their homes
clothed with nothing but with the essences of despair
Death loams here
No one can hear their cries for help
there is no distortion in their message
they watch death take their lives apart
with front row seats, they bare witness
death loams here
deaf to the sound of bullets blowing passed
deaf to the echos of screams
evil takes a glance that lasts for eternity
nothing left to destroy here ,it accepts
death loams here
Dry throats and empty stomachs
No energy to weep, or call for help
nothing to do but wait for fate
The time is near, no fear in their eyes
just death, hope the end is near.
Death loams here
Khalif
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