When the news arrived I stood there letting it all sink in,causing the Little spark of anger I had for our enemies start to blaze like the fire in the depths of hell.
Letting my fear of our blood being shed on the ground increase along with the feeling of hopelessness...
Screams.
Our heart wrenching screams covered with politics,democracy and the society around the globe.
WWIII
A war between good and bad.
A war between poor and rich.
A war between light and dark.
A War...
In which Airplanes are flying,
People are dying,
Mothers are crying,
Fathers are fighting along with 50 shades of red surrounding them all.
One shot
Freezes you on the spot hoping you heard wrong,
Another shot
Brings you back to reality along with your hopes being crushed inside.
Reality...Reality is the painful truth which crushes all my dreams of us being happy around the world.
It's the painful truths that keep us dreaming for our lives to become our dreams.
I still stand noted In my own words..trying to distinguish right from wrong.
But there are more rights than there are wrongs.
I can see humans in this world but no humanity...
So i ask you why did it turn out like this?...
YOU ARE READING
War
PoetryA book full of poems about war and unity (mainly for the kurds, but it could be classified to be written for other people too.)
