And silently they suffer
Waiting for their fathers and brothers
Who were sent against their will
To ferociously kill
Cause the authorities think
That it's a matter of a blink
Humans on this and that side of the line
Both cry during wartime
Is this how it's meant to end?
How much are we going to depend?
Thinking that others should rebel
We are all in a deep, dark, shell.

Teesha Batav
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