The power and death
The innocent suffer in silence
Gone are the days
Of peace and tranquility
When you are born into the hot spots
Of religious rivalry
The wolves’ control
The state of power
Unleashing it
The death on the ground
Where is peace?
Where is the tolerance?
What happen to hands of friendship?
It dies in the eye of power
On the ground death takes
Is this the way to go?
Brewing hot smoke
The wings of death fly
Into the homes and ground
The power and death
They don’t give peace
They don’t know its meaning
For them it is power and death
The innocent die
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