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Apr 9
I see helplessly heavy red rains, the flood of blood and the ill-fated death valley
The mute spectators, on the other hand,  watch everything
It seems clear that there is a sadistic celebration
Unkindness has no limit
The evil despot makes me sick
Nothing lasts forever, except darkness


Survival itself is an uncanny fact
Life turns into a sad poem
Innocence drinks the poison
The hungry children feel fatigued
and embrace blue death
The injured stray cats are starving and dying
Their destination is the green paradise, golden eternity
where no one will be able to torture them
Farah Taskin
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