Mothers cry
Fathers mourn
Tears run dry
over the many sons
buried in blood of oceans
taken into hostage
A land of holliness
a witness of a sacred journey
a symbol of humanity
Now, lost in tears
drown in fears
turned into a land of mass masacre
of the many sons
of the many daughters
of the many more innocent lives
A killing field
for a blood thirsty agrresor
blakest eyes of the fiercest beasts
masked into a false disguise
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