The Scars of Homeland

The streets are filled,

With rubbles and blood,

Sounds of explosions,

Are constantly heard

No more homes,

Without loved ones,

Traumatic life,
Trembles injured survivors

Without basic amenities,
They’re treated as strangers,

On their own land,
Those innocents are massacred

Rewards for their martyrdom, Await in heaven,
The oppressions they endure,

Will soon come to an end.

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