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Tomorrrow.....

He is the last, he has survived

In many years of war.

When billions of people died,

There's nothing to fight for.

 

He'd never seen the rise of sun

The spring and flower's bloom.

He'd never known the times of fun

As all he knew were times of doom.

 

But finally there's chance to cease

There's nobody to war.

Whoever cared about the peace

Could fight for it no more.

 

The end has come ,it is the end, there's nothing left to hide

The human nature has produced its biggest suicide.

The world has changed in cruel way

Through carnage everywhere.

Injustice, darkness, pride, despair

There's nothing else to say …

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Written by
mishika-nambiar
Indian
Published
Aug 21, 2013
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