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I wonder how it would feel not to have pain,

why a mother leaves tears on her pillow that stain,

Why we must think that we are always right.

Why so many bombs burst in the dead of night. 

What man has done to his own people without any shame,

How can he point fingers and not take the blame. 

What we would do with peace not wars,

Just how many human beings would open more doors?

How many children must starve and roam the streets at night,
Do we even care anyone, when the world would be. 

- Aqil.