A screaming kid,
A lady is hit,
A mother at lost,
An open gate,
It's been a daze,
The trampling feet,
White carpets now red,
The people gave chosen,
And with blood it's been paid,
The new galore,
It too is red,
But oh the gore.
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Poems of a Clouded Mind
PoetryLost in the insignificance of life and pondering escape, the selections of poems depict the frustrations, ideas and ideals, the saddest moments and exhilarating experiences.
