Slaves

A Ahmad Shiddiqi
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(dedicated to people who need peace and love) feel so smart feel so strong feel so divine so much hatred so much dislike so much revenge much envy much greed much jealousy think so short think so strict think so small so many tricks so many enemies so many strategies many tears many victims many wounds need battles quickly need battles eagerly need battles tremendously battles for zero battles for useless battles for nothing for fear for suffer for vicious act to repair act to revive act to rebuild to unkind groups to unknown friends to unvoiced communities unkind works unknown hopes unvoiced freedom you are the pain you are machines you have no brain you spread chaos you spread neurosis you spread insomnia you give daydreams you give nightmares you give broken hearts you, who have no luck do you still want to burn those crazy wars? you, who have no future do you still want to provoke those cursed wars? you, who have no love do you still want to continue those stupid wars? no longer we trust you you are slaves of arrogant no longer we need you you are slaves of rudeness no longer we believe you you are slaves of chauvinism you are the real slaves of anger, danger and Lucifer (inspired by wars in everywhere, whenever)

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