High above the sky
A dream to try
Behold to cry
So deep and dry.
Some are longing
To cross the feeling
The joy of belonging
To someone’s loving.
Life is just to fulfill
The mission to spill
Those who kill
The dominantly ill.
For the diplomats action
Revealed the rights to sanction
By crossing the junction
Of liberty that has no objection.
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