Iam angry at my screen for buffering
While they choke on poison suffering
Sipping on the soda drink named coke
While they lay shook surrounded by smoke
The nations still thinks there's another way
They should visit the pits where innocent bodies lay
Too stunned to feel the physical pain
Seeing their loved ones being slain
Don't even have time to cry
They forget their throats are too dry
Hearing the sounds of sirens
Looming over them a poor tyrant
"This too shall pass", the age old
While in their hands their beloved bodies grow cold
I write in my comfort to fold
Dreaming that they have some hope left to hold
Well pray for the everlasting peace
The raining bullets shall too cease
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The Enigmatic whispers... Series Of Poems By Flawed
PoésieA series of short poems that reflect reality, life, struggles and freedom from the shackles of the world built upon false pillars and rules, we were forged for a purpose or are we fools !
