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The Game Of Bloodshed
They have the eyes
However, they are blind
They have the ears
However, they are deaf
They have the tongue
However, they are dumb
They have the head too
Unfortunately,
Where displays
A game of chase,
Not a sober brain,
Alas, prevails there
Only the evil role
I feel the pain
I realize the fear
No shelter; no refuge
In my sight
Who will stop that,
The game of bloodshed
For the name of peace
Media, Politicians, Believers,
Or United Nations?
It seems
All are under seized
By the warmongers.
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