The rage never stops-
In the lands of strife.
The grief of a single soul-
Could fill the universe, whole
But it matters not.
As the winds blow ever strong,
Against those who have done no wrong-
The air fills with excuses.
People are too strong in greed,
In landscapes fit not for the weak-
Say the almost slain.
Time will tell the truth of this tale-
If and when justice will prevail-
To create a reconciliation.
J.Bibi
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