Bombs
The bomb tears into pieces and blows the death,
It transforms into pink mist something that was human…
In one instant one human being;
In the other… blood rain!
Men bombs blow up in the Middle East,
Looking some solution to break
United States and Israel… infinite wars
E killers, death and blood, thresholds.
The bomb tears into pieces and blows the death,
The fire gust… beats in the chest of the child;
Sad end for who believes in the peace,
For who believes in the hope!
It transforms into pink mist something that was human…
In one instant one human being;
In the other… blood rain!
Men bombs blow up in the Middle East,
Looking some solution to break
United States and Israel… infinite wars
E killers, death and blood, thresholds.
The bomb tears into pieces and blows the death,
The fire gust… beats in the chest of the child;
Sad end for who believes in the peace,
For who believes in the hope!
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