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Screaming


The screams 

They echo in my brain

Day in and day out

The screams 

Of the children 

The screams of the mothers 

The fathers 

The loved ones 

The childhood friends 

They are screaming 

And the world will not listen. 

We have forsaken them

We must not forget 

Don’t forget old one 

What you have done 

The elders are deaf

The screams fall on 

Deaf ears

Wake up. 

Wake up you 

You goddamn idiot. 

I’m screaming now 

On your lawn

It’s 2am

And I’m screaming

I’m writhing on the ground 

And you will listen

You will listen to their screaming.

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