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May 2018
Mosul streets I walk,
Blood on every corner,
Innocence dead and lost,
Somebody please take me away.
This warzone has become,
A hell too much to bear,
There is no life for some,
While others die in despair.
Mosul streets I walk,
Counting bodies on the path,
There is no end to this gore,
No point in keeping false hopes.
Written by
Taranpreet Kalra  18
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