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  • Sitting here, on the floor,
    I look around and think:
    "No more"
    I see people hurting the sand,
    Stepping on it with knives,
    Breaking the fragile ice.
    No animals keep
    Running, flying, swimming free
    Thanks to the greedy
    Invading each corner of you and me,
    Breathing on the light
    Of little, thin candles of dark.
    Children cry, starving in anger.
    Mothers weep in the smoke
    Of a shooting bomb
    While smelling blood
    And drinking mud.
    While we see and look aside:
    Get new clothes, a new mobile,
    Wear your make-up,
    Hurry up, child!
    And I see, hear and feel.
    And all I do is wish
    I had magic powers
    And the strength of love
    So that peace would be
    Free and available for all.
    So, sitting here, on the floor,
    I look around and think:
    “No.”
    “No more.”
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