My bleeding country
Words always stand still
War in my country is still
Dead, blood, hunger
People are filled with anger
I miss the quietness of the streets
And people who lived in peace
I miss the air which no longer cleanSmokes, gases everywhere
In becomes difficult to breath
Asking for freedom is what they need
Samah Ebelazi
April, 27/ 2011
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