#fadybouaz
#fadybouaz When, When, When? Frankly, I find it hard to write, My heart is so sad, And my soul wanders lost in a world of despair. The fire has reached my home, And my family, my relatives, my friends, and my loved ones Are dying in a savage, bloody, barbaric war. They are subjected to killing, torture, displacement, In brutal crimes against humanity. The innocent are dying, harmed, humiliated. And the sky? Looks with blind eyes, Hears cries for help with deaf ears, Devoid of mercy for the blood and tears of the innocent. For whom do I write? No one hears from me the cry of wounded humanity. For whom do I write? And no one listens to the call for help from the innocent children of humanity. Asking you, For whom do we weep? And will have mercy on us? To whom do we complain? And will hear us? Until when will I write And the tears of sorrow accompany my words? Until when I will weep alone The sadness of my heart and soul? When, O you who do not care, Will you hear? Will you see? Will yo...
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