Noises

War, damage, violence, where is all the silence?

One shoot makes a war, one market makes a mall,

A chubby cat scratches my door

Buildings are getting more Silence is dying and that’s for sure

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I wish I could turn the traffic diversion into the Pacific Ocean

And the ugly crimes into some beautiful rhymes

And the killing knife into a peaceful life

No more fights and suicides, we want back our rights
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Why the war? Why the gore?

They want the petrol, they want much more

They fight over the land

They bury us under the sand
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They made rich and poor

They made nice and cruel

They invented good and bad

They discovered happy and sad
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They made weak and strong

They did right and wrong

They made wars And they made (mine and yours)

They made hell with their hands

They could've done a heaven on lands

Shereen Amarin (14)

Lady of Nazareth school, Jordan