Life, is it really fair?
I hear whispers in thin air.
Children scattered everywhere,
Making the streets their comfort lair.
Love, is it enough?
For these children love is tough.
Because if love is visible,
Then why are they living miserable?
Home, where is it?
They wanted to feel it exist.
Why are they given a gift of life?
If in this world they are deprived?
When are we going to give?
If they are already dead?
When are we going to care?
When everything else shattered?
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