Khansaheeb
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The world once warm with love's embrace Now stands forsaken, a hollowed space. Where children's dreams, like fragile flames, Are extinguished by hate's cruel claims,
Morality lies, broken, still, A shadow beneath the sunlit hill. The powerful feast on blood and tears, their laughter ringing in the widow's ears.
The strong grow fat on broken lives,
Heartless silence is the pain, the dagger of inhumanity the bane.
The weak are slain, their echoes lost,
Their worth dismissed, their lives the cost.
And lies parade as truths so grand,
With empty words in calloused hands.
Inaction reigns, a bitter king,
While innocence forgets to sing.
Yet even here, in shadow’s breath,
A spark may rise, defying death.
For darkness, vast, may seem to rule,
But light endures where hearts stay true.
From the rubble, children's smiles and voices,
The spirit of life rises, defying the tyrants of hell.
Through dust and ash, their laughter rings,
Like birds that dare to spread their wings.
Bruised hands build where ruins lay,
Turning night into hopeful day.
Eyes once dim now hold a spark,
A flicker of dawn in endless dark.
Mothers cradle children and dreams from evil’s clutch, hearts still beating, despite the shattered streets and nameless graves, Love's faint whisper always saves.
No tyrant's blade, no tyrant's wrath, no chain of steel, Can crush the human soul's freedom fight. For truth will burn through night's deceit, And morning’s light will death defeat.
Khansaheeb
Morality lies, broken, still, A shadow beneath the sunlit hill. The powerful feast on blood and tears, their laughter ringing in the widow's ears.
The strong grow fat on broken lives,
Heartless silence is the pain, the dagger of inhumanity the bane.
The weak are slain, their echoes lost,
Their worth dismissed, their lives the cost.
And lies parade as truths so grand,
With empty words in calloused hands.
Inaction reigns, a bitter king,
While innocence forgets to sing.
Yet even here, in shadow’s breath,
A spark may rise, defying death.
For darkness, vast, may seem to rule,
But light endures where hearts stay true.
From the rubble, children's smiles and voices,
The spirit of life rises, defying the tyrants of hell.
Through dust and ash, their laughter rings,
Like birds that dare to spread their wings.
Bruised hands build where ruins lay,
Turning night into hopeful day.
Eyes once dim now hold a spark,
A flicker of dawn in endless dark.
Mothers cradle children and dreams from evil’s clutch, hearts still beating, despite the shattered streets and nameless graves, Love's faint whisper always saves.
No tyrant's blade, no tyrant's wrath, no chain of steel, Can crush the human soul's freedom fight. For truth will burn through night's deceit, And morning’s light will death defeat.
Khansaheeb
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