Fingers jabbed at the thin air
Fighting for space within tiny holes
In the iron gate
Unseen face and voices unheard
In the collective plea
Asking for only a witness to their deaths
Having already forgotten
How to hope for a rescue
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A ticket to this land costs nothing. Almost nothing. It’s nearer to my city than my country’s captial.
Do I want to go there and be the tourist? No. The idea is abusive. Abusive to the innocence Of an entire society.
Stranded first, shelled and raped next. And finally shot in the head, without even clothes to cover their souls.
