Poem (The Voice Of Innocence)
The voice of that innocent boy, worried my heart and feelings.
Asked myself every time why he was crying?
His tears killed emotions and thoughts inside me!
All things in this universe shack,
Every step, every whispering will die.
When we heard the boy's voice, we regret.
Following days of blaming and anger, an illusion will stand in front of consciousness.
Are we doing enough to wipe others tears and sadness.
Maybe! The voice of that boy needs mercy,
He needs honest sympathy words and true promise,
Doesn't need a fake smile.
Please drop off your deceived emblem, your artificial funds,
Then wait before passing that bridge, there is a ghost behind everyon's mind.
Day of complaining and conflict was over!
That horrible night, we will break them.
His voice presents the voice of nature. Fighting is the plan of our resistance, why not?
Making faults is not the end.
Strengthen still the light of victims.
From your own alarm,
Don't look back again...walk willingly
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