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Wailings of children,
Faces of sadness,
Mournings of siblings,
Bitings of regrets;
For land is bloody
In endless bombings.
‘Had I wishes’,
‘Had I knowns’.
Laments of fathers,
Dirges of mothers,
Sorrows of brothers,
Rapings of sisters;
For land is bloody
In endless bombings.
‘Had I wishes’
‘ Had I knowns’.
Rallies of leaders,
Convincing voters,
Singing for more terms,
Dancing for powers;
While land is bloody
In endless bombings.
‘For their wishes’,
‘For their knowns’.
