Not A Single Place

Not a single place

Where I can have peace and silence,

Either it's noise or hassle

Or in other terms, riots, and violence.

Flying over the streets,

I see the ruffians shouting;

Amidst fights and abuses,

Many evil sins are sprouting.

On the border of my motherland,

I'm sensing gunfire and terror;

The inhuman bloodshed and murders

Add to my dismay and horror.

Not a single place

Where I can heartily sing,

In the gloom of villainy,

I see black shadows creeping.

Everywhere the paths are stained

Broken streetlights keep beaming again;

Here, corruption is the vicious devil

Honesty and sincerity go in vain.

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Not a single place

where I can bathe in light,

The needles of inhumanity prick,

And bloodthirsty dogs of cruelty bite.

All I see is darkness,

A home of brutes and misanthropes;

The crestfallen faces of trafficked children

Drown all my buoyant hopes

Screams of the harassed souls,

Tears of the piteous slaves,

With the increasing barbaric people,

I see forests turning in graves.

Not a single place,

Where I can drop a tear,

These black-hearted fiendish minds,

Are unable for me to bear.

Every hope, sucked by violence,

Vanished in darkness, every ray;

In this crowd of heartless people,

I see my dreams shatter away.