The Harsh Reality Of My Country

Darkness sizes over my country,

No more peace, just more bloodshed,

In every corner death looms,

In every inch peril awaits,

My vision blurs with such violence,

I can’t longer see.

My people mourn and weep,

Begging for someone to help;

Just to hear false promises soothe their pain.

Hope keeps them going,

“We will change, you’ll see…” “Someone will help, I know…”
“Everything is going to be alright, it just a small period of time…”

They say all that, though what they don’t want is to see reality as it is.

Let’s act, let’s convey harmony among us

We shall kneel before god,

Since he is the one and only who can enlighten us the way

To find Peace and freedom in this outrageous blizzard of brutality once again.

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Experience

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