Blood swiftly gushing down
Creating an ocean where everybody drowned
The hardest is to find a smile
And searching for food you need a mile
Sleeping bodies everywhere
It seems that life just isn't fair
The children standing under the sun
Instead of books, they're holding guns
A glum widow holding her baby
Staring at her husband's body
"Oh Allah, help us please...
Free our land and give us peace
If we look back we could bear
This is not disaster but a reminder
Our iman is the most to be care
Prevent all sins and perform our prayer
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