There once was a city buzzing with life,
But now death is dancing naked here;
There once was a green forest,
But, now a bald hill stands here;
There once was a magnificent home,
But, now that is knocked into rubble;
So, sing your Mourning song now,
Grave is ready for your burial,
If you do not rise up and resist the death,
With a good and brave heart now;
Hoping it will not take too long...
...to start life afresh again,
After every destruction,
there definitely follows reconstruction.
Mykoul
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the soldiers are targetted the houses are gutted voice is muted freedom is diluted Dr Jadia Hasmukh