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A hostage of anxiety and sorrow -
I want the only dream to be fulfilled:
To stop all shootings at the schools tomorrow
So that nobody ever will be killed.
I want the terrorists to leave the earth behind.
To stop the disagreements in the world.
What can my rhymes do to other minds?
When people’s sympathy and care is rather blurred.
There are no words, but hopelessness around
And after all, death lurks from every place.
The gloomy mourning always keeps me down
And bitter tears will never leave my face.