often i cried out loud
you can hear
perhaps, if you lend your ears
i am begging you to listen.
can't you see i am in deep pain
the words were not always enough
the tears tell you the untold things
seems like it won't stop flowing.
once, the land was filled with snow
now, its filled with blood
blood of my families, my friends
yet, we are only here talking big theings.
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