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By Monsif Beroual


Who am I?

I’m that kid

Who dies,


I’m that innocent voice

Who runs faraway from the war

I didn’t choose to run


To be far

From my home,

My land,

My memories,

My childhood,

And from my country.


But now I have to do that

Running from the wars,

And from terrorists,

Killing us without mercy.



Where is humanity?

Where are the religions?

All are gone.


Since our hearts became like stones,

And we live in our bodies without souls!


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