IRAQ
In a place where darkness is common to the locals,
in a place where being alone is the common thing,
where nothing exists except for the life of the individual,
In a place where death is a common as having your car stolen in Fresno,
Where gun shots and the sound of bombs exploding are a local melody,
Nothing can exist in this place except for the continuous event of murder,
Can anyone or anything good come from a place like this?
In a place where the price for a gun is another ones life,
Where people praise one another for suicide,
Nothing can exist except for sheer hatred,
Can anything be done to end he war in their souls?
Is it posible that this place is hell on earth?
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