Bullets Fly By
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Bullets fly by
Keep faith
Till last breathe
The truth shall prevail
Rest all may fail
The bullets fly by
Enemy unconsciously tries
We are dying daily
We don’t know what to do really?
We are surrounded
And targeted
Mercilessly by both sides
The enemy openly defies
We witness death rain
That causes anguish and pain
We die in hundreds
Who has time to count dead?
Is there humanity elsewhere?
How shall we dare?
To take fresh air
And stare
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