I looked my left,
I saw fire,
burning the houses of innocents.
I looked my right,
I saw floods of blood.
I turned my head backward,
I saw Disease,
Who was eating my people,
My brothers and sisters my own flesh my humans.
I looked front,
Orphan children were crying for there mothers,
Hungry and scared.
I looked down and saw earth,
Soaked in acid,
Burning my feet.
Then I looked upwards,
At the sky.
I was stunned,
The sky was in deep crimson red,
No peace, no hope.
And at last I looked at myself,
Standing in middle of all of this,
Injured and unable to help my people.
Unable to help my people.
By-Jestover M. D.
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Feel of Pain
PoetryThese are the emotions I feel. I poured my feelings in these poetries. This is the book of pain. There is a twin brother of this book. The name of that book is 'Song of Joy'. Read them and comment and vote if you like them.
