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Apr 2019
Lord,
Today ashamed You must be, of Your very own creation.

Men who are suffering from such wicked, brutal, inhuman fixation.

This heartless, headless human, cannot Your creation be;

You O Lord, full of wisdom, love and compassion are; how can there, a relation be.

All we can do is to request You to intervene, and this madness stop.

They just cannot endlessly people ******; like butchers they chop.

Help O Lord the dear ones of every victim, injured or dead.

Their loss irreparable is, but You I kindly request to heal their heart n head.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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