Six years of war
and a million shades of terror
- barbed wires, crushed crayons & other dreams of the dust.
In a deserted playground,
a swing, charred & broken,
sways in the stillness of the terror-filled winds.
When the trials of justice will be over,
when peace will prevail over the land again,
all the silenced voices shall cry in desperation:
thirsty for the lost years,
and eager to reclaim the days of childhood.
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