Grief Market

Part 2

Unfortunately, the digger told me that

The graveyard is full of tombs of young soldiers.

The sadness and disappointment made

Me speechless, I heard their sounds low moaning.

A homeless man was selling bit of ashes,

They were his family ashes, that's how he survived.

Angels had a store, they were giving away,

Of their joys to mankind, and wings to dead victims.

While devils was happily exchanging dates,

Of people day of death, and taking their joys as taxes.

The butcher man was only capable of hunting

Butterflies, he wanted to taste bit of their soft freedom.

I asked the floweriest of why their red roses still

Bleeding, He said they are missing the touch of women.

An old uneducated man, asked me to stop his tears,

They were dropping endlessly after he lost his kids in a war.

I looked at his wife, she asked me if she can hug me,

I said sure, she hugged and said I smell hopes out of you son.

All of doves and birds were flying on the skies of Iraq,

With one wings only because they have lost of roughness fighters.

A doctor with last nurse were giving free operations,

To the people who became heartless, that killed their own dreams.

One policeman gave me an invitation card to the

Wedding of a prisoner for death due he laughed on my dark funeral

2/03/2014