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We should fearlessly raise public awareness on serious matters that affect everyone. Those who practise evil things will no doubt disagree with our opinions.
Today is May the 30th and it's Memorial Day.Americans are paying tribute to those who fought and died for the USA.116,516 American soldiers died during World War I.They died while fighting the enemy with their guns.
North and South are fighting againWasting lives, money, future and funWar is hell; there, everybody is on the runNonsense is their common sin.
Instead of bombing, shelling and trashing our neighbors Let’s all do the highly popular fun ‘Jeru’ dance
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs Also known as vacuum bombs Sucking the oxygen out of the air For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
Some stupid people glorify murderers and call them brave persons Who really are brave people and who really are cowards? Brave people do not fight and slaughter one another in the name of war
Readers, is there really a difference between capital punishment and murder? Let us examine the definition of murder that we find in the encyclopaedia
I came back from the future to tell you the things that happened to the world You will not believe me, but your future is my past and this is my history:
I bear in me the scars of years past Of days that lived before my birth My birthmarks are the scars of my forebears A reminder: freedom is not free, freedom is pain Those are the words of my scars
Everybody is talking about coronavirus nowadays. Why are people shifting the focus from the real threat? COVID-19 will not perpetually affect the world, But the perpetrators of injustice and oppression will.
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco They were bought with guns Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some are rich
Our bodies are nothing but sacred battle grounds.Our ribs wrap around our chests to ensure that no one else feels the earth-shaking explosions that rock our cores. Our muscles ache and strain just to keep every struggle confined and hidden.
The pain in my eyes can't tell you what happened.
See I am, the creator, I write the lives, and the lies, that I tell, to keep me alive, and well, a dream, could this really be not reality, but pain, creates our world in reality, the rain, resemble tears that we shed, and I see, why god, won't
Who knew one could be so submissive . . . ? mopping and cleaning plates for mere tips We dream and play until one day it slips Not a care for others
The lack of concentration the pain, we fight the struggle of staying educated. The tears in my eyes drop from lack confidence but A lot of faith to keep going. Yet I fight the disabilty and the pain of people words.
I dream of a place where there are no countries fighting, There will be no more wars, And no more innocent people dying. Why can't these dreams be achieved? Because man is selfish and mean,