It breaks my heart,
To see children hungry;
Not because of tantrums,
But because of poverty.
It breaks my heart,
To see grandparents on the street,
At the dusk of their life;
Experiencing the worst time of their life.
It breaks my heart,
To see teenagers pick up a weapon;
Instead of a pen, because of stress.
It breaks my heart,
To see people divided;
Into countries, religions and castes.
This world, this cruel world,
Breaks my heart;
And I don’t know how long there is left,
Before it breaks me.
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