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War - by Gouled Ismail Blood-curdling screams, annihilated dreams Disillusioned souls in search of purpose, amidst grim realities that impose their presence, perpetuated by the blatantly-callous Rivulets of red soak a blood-thirsty Earth, scorched black by the weapons of death The putrid stench of rotting righteousness, overwhelmed by the toxic fumes of hatred, is obscured by the swirling smoke of the incinerated truth Greed displaces reason, clouding clarity of vision Soldiers squint in the dark, They're awake but unconscious, aware yet remarkably oblivious Not shedding a single tear, yet dwelling in utter fear, unable to visualize the bigger picture Human fates unfold, unveiling tragic tales untold In the wake of a bitter game of dominion and survival, desperate hearts seek revival The Letter Madam, have you heard… That I talk about humanity. Talk about the soul. Do you know my Madam? Do you know why I have approached you, specifically, and not all Americans? Do you know Madam t...