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Sep 2018
Hope the father has pity for our souls,
when young ones are dying quicker than the old.
What have we done and what have we not
to deserve mortality suffering and aught.
Someone tell us what’s important now,
before it’s too late for this world somehow.
Generations after generations
wondering about the future
but where there’s no actual care
there is no future, we’re left in despair.
Written by
Maša  F
(F)   
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     Fawn, Edi, --- and Hisham Alshaikh
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