On
seeing the humans fight,
I
wonder, ‘Are they animals?’
Inside
my mother’s womb
I
heard pleas of mercy,
Kids
crying on their dead parent’s breasts,
I
was struck with fear,
I
quietly whispered
To
my mother,
‘Kill
me, mother dear,
I
don’t want hatred,
I
fear to be born
In
this hell
Where
even devils fear to tread.’
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