'Pain' 'Sadness' 'broken dreams' 'country' ' slavery' ' poverty' ' exploitation' 'nightmare' 'oasis'

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They cry to us for help always like beggars, We are their blood but we block our ears from their cries. We said all must suffer as we did in the past, This selfish life of ours! This wickedness of our!  
When I look at those faces, Walking lonely , penniless at empty places, I wonder why life for them has no happy traces, They wake up everyday cursing at life for everything,
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