Testimony Poem

What kind of world is this
Reality is too murderously unbearable 
We are slaves
Devoid of free will
Weary of war and life
We are no longer human beings
They are not satisfied with our blood or our tears
One would like to cease existing
Why have we been born in this beastly generation
The most conscienceless generation
Death would be our liberation
I hear only moans and sighs of the tormented
What kind of world is this


-Anonymous Boy's diary