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why life is struggling with us, why did the wars rape us shamelessly we cried together as he was saying that he’s listening to spirits weeping with us, as the clouds will rain again he asked me again, why our world is no longer bright instead, it’s full of darkness and lots of bloody cuts our grandparents were the farmers, who lift the sunshine and brunt themselves to death, just to protect the seeds our mothers stole the moon from the wall of the night they hid in their coffins and the stars after our fathers turned the rainbow into a soldier in the zone of death and made the snow into a drinkable water to survive 32