I've,
yet to taste freedom,
whilst I exist as this breathing being.
For,
as long as I've been me,
I've lived,
no,
existed,
tethered to this ruthless regime.
Bombs,
fall from the sky.
The,
destruction of such,
causes the earth to cry.
Such,
becomes my eyes.
Becomes,
my every second.
Death,
I fear shall seek me,
today.
For,
such sought,
my mother.
My,
father.
Each,
one of my brothers.
I,
happen to be,
the only left,
among us.
This,
name shall cease,
it seems.
This,
culture.
The,
wholeness of our existence,
seems to not be missed,
by those who witness.
For,
we now live in a world with screens.
It,
is now impossible,
for these beings,
to pretend the do not see.
To,
pretend they are not,
simply human entities.
Be there,
truly no war.
Only,
death.
No,
capitalistic gain,
only death.
No,
religion,
country or state.
Be there,
indeed,
only death,
each second of,
the day...
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