Our so-called friends are bombing and maiming. br Our so-called enemies are reacting and killing. br When will these massacres end? br When will we stop fighting for a piece of land? br In this carnage, is there a thoughtful difference br Between our friends and our enemies? Hence, br Our conscience is buried in our false pride. br Our children are dying. Countless women died br Fleeing the bombardments. Young men are slaughtered br In broad daylight. Myriads of innocents are murdered br By our cowardly acts. Hell landed on earth. br Where are the Superpowers? We are out of breath. br Surrounded by deadly clouds, the air smells death. br The angels are weeping. What the hell is going on Earth? br The dead bodies are everywhere. The mute, the deaf, br And the handicapped are not exempt, they are dying br Indiscriminately, like the motherless babies. br Life on earth is sad; there are too many morbid crises. br As customary, the politicians are mumbling. They are afraid br To tell the truth. They are faking it. They were not elected br To lead, but exist to paint and to embroider the lies of the allies. br This is shameful. This is crazy.