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Nov 2015
As the ink of my pen flows
Thoughts in my brain begin to blow
Expressing the emotions that I desire
Despare, comfort and love is more than I require
Feeling humble and kind is my admire
I write what I feel like a small squire
I write about doubt on the love we desire
How love is no more til someone expires
No it's about the bodies touching each other with the greatest fire
Its no more about the gold from within the soul of the girl  you desire
I write about how war became more fun than the peace we require
Killing people has became a hobbies for every murderer
Killing women and children with the coldest blood and spreading their pictures on Facebook like fire
Hell is more peaceful than this earth we occupy and desire.
Mubarak Zeinalabdin Mirghani
Written by
Mubarak Zeinalabdin Mirghani  sharjah UAE
(sharjah UAE)   
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