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What have we to do?
What have we to say?
Dozens come and blow,
Millions have to pray.
I keep playing the strings, with nobody around to sing.
The thunder of the clouds... sounds like they applause.
Smiling on our deeds, the Gods forbid their kids,
Ruins all around, dust is all we sniff….
Listening to gunfire, the heart desires death.
Pity be upon us, this is life, not a race.
Why not, embrace the grace?
Why not, stay always blessed?
Life is nothing without love,
Just hope we live this phrase.
Story Teller: Rohan R. Pednekar © 2017, All Rights Reserved.
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