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SP Allan Mar 2018
In the dungeons of hell
When I was held captive  
A prisoner of war
I found a safe place,
In you
You were the reason I kept living  

Night after night  
They tormented me
Looking for a weakness
The blurry image of your morning smile  
Was the anchor onto which I clung  
I found love in war
It was you.
For the people of s.sudan and syria. is there a possibility of finding love in war?
Flo Mar 2018
Article 1, Purpose

1. This act is aimend at exposing the lack of solidarity inside modern society

2. It shall give an opportunity to overthink ones own morals and values

Article 2, Definitions

1. The term people shall refer to individuals regardless of their ***, age or nationality

2. Narrow minded shall comprise all comments that are based without having any experience in the concerned field of application

3. Judging shall refer to the creation of an opinion of any kind

Article 3, Scope

1. This act shall apply to all people judging others on their narrow minded and enclosed beliefs

2. This act shall apply to all people in favor of expulsion measures of refugees in need

3. This act shall comprise all people that want to isolate themselves and are in favor of closing borders

Article 4, Application

1. All people in accordance with article 2 paragraph 1, 2 and 3 shall refrain of the action of judgement and exclusion mentioned in article 3 (1) and 3 (2) without having experienced war themselves

2. All people willing to close borders in accordance with article 3 (3) in order to protect their own interest shall imagine themselves in the same stage of helplessness before acting in such a nonsensical way

Article 5, Justifications

1. The justification of a measure enshrined in article 3 paragraph 1, 2 and 3 shall not be justified on the following grounds

(a) Hatred

(b) The fear of losing benefits

(c) The false allegation of knowing what is actually going on in Syria
I wrote this poem after reading an article of a Syrian mother, who had to flee the country to prevent getting tortured and killed. She counts every day until she can get back her children, which had to be left behind with the rest of the family as money was insufficient to smuggle them, besides the danger of the journey itself. I read the comments and saw people raging and filled with hate that she left her children behind. Saying that they were disgusted seeing her. This kind of behaviour inspired me to write this (let's call it a) poem.

The fact that I am a lawyer or soon to be lawyer explains the format of my writing. I apologize to all who have difficulties reading it. Trust me it would not be the worst kind of legislation you have ever laid your eyes upon ;)

Cheers to all believers of human dignity
anoma Mar 2018
Whole World is crying,
These are the times of trying.

Every Corner has a Story,
Either Good or bad history.

we are humans,
Not some aliens.

Help Each-other,
Don't you bother.

Pray for Peace,
one day the war would cease.

There should be an end,
for the miseries they send.

The day would Arrive,
when a mother can sleep knowing her children are alive.

There won't be any fear,
Neither shall be any tear.

The love would prevail,
And this is how the Earth would ail.
This poem i am dedicating to people of Syria, Rohingya and all around the world where people/humanity/Earth is suffering.

Pray for Syria
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
I heard a blast
Few yards away in the neighbourhood
Panic call to humanity
Help ! help ! Plz. help !

[ Disturbed, it made]

I remember the profile picture
Smiling, I was
I cursed myself.

Then,
I saw your profile picture
And, find the same,
No rights to invade your freedom
I never dared.

Later with heavy heart, I tried to
Neglect, forget, adopt.
“Survival of the fittest”,
As old man said.

Being a cold stone
Here, I am awake
In a clean sheet with no bloodshed
It was 4:48 AM, Kathmandu

Good day, whoever  hears.
Theme: #Haunted #disturbedmind
[Night at the war zone, being Syrian]
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