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I Can Only Cry
My pain, my grief is nothing
When I look pain of others
And the severe sick people
I have hands, eyes, feet
And sound health
And money to eat
The people who suffer
From the pain
From the diseases
From the hunger
From the cruelty
From the injustice
From the ignorance
Of their blood own blood
I cry, and I cry
Because I want to help
But when I feel that
How much I am powerless
And compelled
I can only think, but cannot do
I cry and pray
When we become human
To feel human sufferings?
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