journalist – writer – traveler

History misery

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History misery

On this piece of wilderness

Lies those abandoned houses

Inside was the evidence

Of how they suffered




And hairs

Stored millions miserable memories

I could hear children cries

Losing their rights of happy childhood and bright future

I could hear hungry stomachs

From the skeleton bloody cold bodies and desperate soul

I could hear soundless complaint

Every bind every torment violated mankind

I could hear evil teasing

They said hard working

Would bring them freedom

But this was a lie!

A deadly lie!

Their destiny was death

The only fortunate was

Death in seconds

Before they knew or felt




Long from history

They are not jewels

But outsiders and devils

My heart sinks

When I read and travel the history

Who has the ability to

Determine life and death,

except God?



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