Let me die
In a night, along desolate, with a cup of poison
While whole universe sleeping, in the prison.
How was their's dreams of freedom...??
How they feel safe in dreadful sound of bomb...?
Black clouds on the head hidden by dark night
which is waiting for the black day to fight.
All great arms, now tippled by toxic of world.
They lost power to trough and to bold..
Perhaps somes try to keep their hand up.
The prisoners of the universe cut these and rub..
Within such danger how a life can alive..
Simple, peaceful, socialistic and in wide waive.
How can i live within disgusted tub...??
So, let me die with the poison cup
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