The heart cries
Watching the future burning
The future of our children
The images haunt our dreams
The images of stricken faces
Of crying babies
Devastated homes
Shattered lives
Crushed freedom
One insane man
And thousands of sane voices
Yet, no end to the nightmare
Lord, have mercy on us!
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