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I am Rage,
Six years of age.
I fed with fear
Guns and bombs are what I hear.
Evacuation center is now my home
We're frightened to those defiant to roam.
We hid to be a survivor
They clashed to be a victor.
Thousands were killed
No one is healed.
They resist to surrender
Our lives are still in danger.
They believe on their vision
Without looking on its commotion.
We have same country
But they chose to be unruly.
Some kids were holding weapons
Which they are used as escutcheons.
My eyes were covered by death
Which I just borrow my breath.
Is it not good enough? That thousand people paid.
We are about to fade.
My parents were slayed
So, why would I stay?
