The shadow of the lion falls dark
Shading the tigers with hope stark.
Both entangled in ruthless war
That sees nothing more than a mere roar.
The lions claim their stand of might
The tigers claim their stand for right.
Trampled in between the war destructive
People with darkest hope without justice.
The dead ones speak loud in silence, eternally
Leaving the unborn praying to avoid the carnage.
None cares, the world heed not the wails
Slow death is certainly on the way.
War it is, nothing but a brutal war marked with blood
But, down deep it tells me a different feeling
The war is nothing, but ethnic cleansing
Sanctioned holy by the world,
Whilst praying for peace.
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