where is the love?
When life washes ashore,
when held in destructive claw,
or when walking from the wreckage,
of heat and flames so savage.
where is the love?
Hidden between cracks,
of bricks and mortar,
chaos and disorder.
Beyond closed doors,
when flesh beats down on floors,
muffled screams,
where blood streams
at the hand of regimes.
where is the love?
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