Would this never change?
Seen children weep deeply of the surrounding fear
Feel the pain in eyes of virtuous souls filled with tear
Time to time, gasps of desire and help critically heard
Line to line, indigent innocents lay around the ward
Unmoving bodies lay brutally thrown over the field
Lakes of blood flow around filling the unjust beach
Depressed of the misery and hurtful pictures all yield
Near and far from the distance one’s eyes could reach
Displeased if destitute and feeble for they do not need
Is treated like the sand harshly step on it though screech
Of thirst requesting for water as if needed a sip of mead
Off taken it, yet torture till found lying on earth lifeless each
Isn’t never there an end to come on it for betterment?
Isn’t there a shelter with needs away from fierce torment?
Are they not humans to be treated from what is evident?
Are they not having hearts referred to as the regiments?
Never ever having strived to have another period
Can we bear for a moment the struggle suffered?
Ever thought of the rules considered totally void
Without disputes, would unity come to be as friends?
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