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In Minutes

In Minutes

by: Victor Guerrero

 

 

In minutes, days, hours, months and years.

You could hear the guns shoot.

The bullets landing on people body.

people scramming for other people because they have been hurt other killed.

And all you could wish is you getting out of that place .

That place that years ago was one of the best places.

That place where every body wanted to go .

Now every body wants to avoid it.

That place, that soil has become a bad place.

And all because of power.

All because of people who are in charge and have the power to do almost everything won’t do anything to that place.

All because they only worry about how they look in front of a mirror more than looking good in front of people.

All because they worry more of how they live than other people.

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