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I wonder what more the world will see The best went by, the worst may be. A child with toy cries out in plea As war burns down his sheltering tree. He asks his toy, innocently: “What made the sky fall silently?” He looks around, helplessly, Then screams in pain, so desperately. “Who brought the war to burn my tree? Why does the world watch silently? Who chained their hands from helping me? If I could speak what I wished for me To see the world live peacefully.” But now I know the world I see Was never really made for me. It’s made for those who close their eyes For those who scroll while someone dies.
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
The Cry Beneath The Sky
I wonder what more the world will see The best went by, the worst may be. A child with toy cries out in plea As war burns down his sheltering tree. He asks his toy, innocently: “What made the sky fall silently?” He looks around, helplessly, Then screams in pain, so desperately. “Who brought the war to burn my tree? Why does the world watch silently? Who chained their hands from helping me? If I could speak what I wished for me To see the world live peacefully.” But now I know the world I see Was never really made for me. It’s made for those who close their eyes For those who scroll while someone dies.
This poem reflects the emotional breakdown and despair as the world watches peace fall apart, especially in the hands of those who were supposed to protect it — the League of Nations.
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Inam
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
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