I can’t write anything even when I write.
Crimes against humanity happen in front of my eyes.
I hear the screams of the victims.
I see the rise of the rogue,
I feel the helplessness of the oppressed.
These things shake my conscience.
Still I can’t write anything even while writing.
Because I long for a carefree peaceful life,
So I don’t want to get into trouble.
These happen before my eyes
And thus in this incident one of my neighbors got
infected.I am frightened.
They show their thumbs to the laws of the our peaceful
country and commit demonic acts.
I look of vultures in their eyes,
They are carnivores
In the addiction of eating the raw flesh of our mother
and sister, they have forgotten all their etiquettes
I see everything in silence,
Still I can’t write anything even while writing.
Because I look forward to my carefree life…
