SOULLESS
Tears and tears
Rolling down our eyes
Mourning have become our habit
Pierced is our soul with grief
Sadness has become a daily meal
Slaughtes like an animal
We hear the cry of our brothers
Butchered without mercy
Echoes of violence and death
Sounding loud into our ears
The grave yard has become a place of solemn assembly
Condolence visit has become a norm
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