Distraught, I feel
When I see a violent world around,
Where love, happiness seem to be
A thing of the past,
Where present stands for
Battles, Bloodshed
Where innocent lives
are not cared for,
But are slaughtered
like they are animals.

Every corner of the worls
fights for freedom,
If not by peaceful means
then by means of trigger,
Nothing happens
Just talks and exchanges,
While political leaders
live inside a peaceful environ
The common man stays out
losing his abode to the battle.

What else can a common man do?
If not just be a mute spectator,
Will his voice be heard?
Nowhere can it be heard
for everywhere the higher-ups
are busy arguing
for whom is best.

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