“When will we realize it?
We asked for a nice meal, but what we got are crumbs
from the food that they eat.
They made us make wars over small quantity of powders,
of leftovers, of grains,
while they laugh while watching us fight against each other
to death.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
