The smell of sin

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By Züleyha

‎Silent screams fly around.
‎Little hands get mixed up in the soil.
‎Lives diminish one by one.
‎Great innocences diminish.

‎Tell me, who cares??

‎Cries echo in homes.
‎Invisible bloody tears.
‎Endless pains are common.
‎Last laughs at fate are accepted.

‎Tell me, who cares??

‎Frozen souls.
‎The world watches their annihilation.
‎Fake hearts do not ache.
‎Blinded consciences do not care.

‎Tell me, who cares??

‎Their situation is shameful.
‎The day of reckoning awaits the oppressors.
‎Shame will fall from faces.
‎There will be no more smell of sin in the air.

‎Tell me now, who cares???

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