It's a pity
Life has been a burden
when it should be celebrated
Direction has changed
by wind of monsoon season
When talk not walked
becomes a tumor in innocent mind
Deep buried in ground zero
piled on by dirt of cruelty
Where have compassion vanished
helpless becomes weaker
the strong just running away
No more salvation is seek
as aid just scarce further
Till death calling
Out of this stillness
I am here.. watches
as the earth faded away
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