WHERE THE WAR ENDS

Stars fallen in the rubble,

Too many lives swallowed up in the shadows,

Let art turn away from this arsenal,

Even the hidden face, sympathizes in the face of evil,

On separate and broken paths,

Borrowed, being united and rebuilt,

Now at the place of the river,

Where to drink and stop the war.

     A feather of

   Romeo Ouebleou

            &

     A canvas of

    Khassal Zohra

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