The little boy standing here,
Staring at his lovely boy,
The ball have reached there,
Between them only the barbed wire,
That divides these two innocents.
The boy staring at and at,
But he can not but crying,
He thinks himself,
Why these old people are so foolish?
Why they don't understand a fact,
The youth knows no boundary,
No land, no nation,
No religion, no race,
Why they want to bind it,
With this barbed wire in the borders?
Why...?
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