Quest for Peace


I grew up
under falling bombs
on my mother's womb.
I grew up
on black coffee with saccharine.
I grew up
in one room with TB women
coughing on
my
small
spot
of life.
I grew up
playing with human bones
on the ruins of dead city.
Please
no more!
This quest must be answered
before
it is too late
again.

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