Open Means Open Means

Our dreams are gone, our Life’s dead

Our Memories are torn into shreds

There is blood on the floor

Here and there, now and before

The sky is darkening; evil is revealed

There is no sign of happiness that can be released

Everyone is rigid and weak

Hardly anyone can speak

With hunger and cry, it comes and greets

All the people are cowering in the streets

There is less to eat, less to enjoy

The human race has became a broken toy

The homeless and dirty children are lost;

Trying to find their parents like restless ghosts

The drained eyes, the blood and the dull skies

There are no sign of doves fly

There is nothing we could do, I must say

The only thing is to pray!!!

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