The Outcries for mankind

Encouraging fat on the blood of
The guiltless, attacking the land like
An outsider:
Gracious Mankind! Won't harmony rule?
Kids in rubbles crying,
Powerless, others dead!
What have they done?
What buildest thou O Mankind?

Have you not bolstered enough?
Won't there be harmony?
See the anguish of your kids!
Howl, Mankind! Grieve for your days
are numbered.
The conclusion to devilishness!
Wouldn't you be able to see the blood spill?
Ladies turned widows!
Youngsters turned vagrants!
With their blood wither thou buy
Power?
Whence craftsmanship thine mankind?
The land cried while thou feast
Also, wine with thine partners!
Thou feasts and wines while the
Land moans.

Be in isolation, hear the commotion. Not bleating of sheep but rather cries of
Anguish which thou release
On thine kids as they ponder What their wrongdoing was! Mankind is torn separated and the world

Turn away.
The greedy pioneers who are
Perpetually discontent. Always devour
On the blood of the blameless while
The world celebrate and turn away
As though nothing is going on!

Is this life?
Is this mankind?
Is this humankind?

At the point when? At the point when will harmony come back to you O Mankind?
The displaced people, how they ached to return, come back to
their unstable homes. They genuinely long!
The youngsters, anticipated when they will play
in the roads without the sound of firearm shots.
Wouldn't you be able to see? See fear in their eyes! Gracious Mankind!
The lanes of Damascus lie unfilled, they lie in waste!
To what extent, to what extent will this proceed? Goodness Mankind!
Nothing more will be tolerated! World pioneers, ascend and talk!
Talk against the decimation; Represent the oppressed,
Represent the killed without a second thought.

Talk against bad form: Pioneers, pioneers talk!
Give harmony a chance to reign in life, Let there be an end.
A conclusion to the obliteration.
The wanton obliteration must stop please!

Is this life?
Is this mankind?
Is this humankind?

Youngsters are kicking the bucket!, Moms are biting the dust, Fathers are biting the dust.
Who will stay in the land while all are no more?
Not really, not really: There must be an end. Stop all
Threats and grasp harmony O you Mankind!
The method for harmony is better, grasp love!
The method for adoration improves the world a place.
You should emerge and say no to the killings.
Is there nobody to talk? At that point I loan my voice,
So you would have tranquility, who might be my observer?
Think! Think! Think!
Goodness Mankind!