Oh, people poor without freedom, joy denied,
We hear the bombs, the cries that pierce the sky,
Endless war, a life where rights are divided,
Day and night, in fear they live, both low and high.
Hope for peace, yet hardship does endure,
Yes, this is life amidst the strife,
In conflict's midst, where tortures cruelly lure,
Yet hope persists for a better life.
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Maria colet
Hi everyone. I'm a writer of articles and poetry. I'm famous in my university for my inspirational articles that contain ideas toward success, and happiness... They called me a writer because of my great gift for writing.
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