They are Monsters, beware!
The little child with an arm lost cries for her father
They are Monsters, beware!
The burning teen with countless dream fades
They are Monsters, beware!
The artist sharing the pains of her loved ones perished
Oh, they're all Monsters, beware!
Driven out of their homes,
Treated like a taint on their land,
Erased from their soil,
Blood paints their waters
Seventy-six years, the people cry
The privilege of being perfect victims,
Snatched right off their arms
Oh, they're armed, they want to unleash terror,
Say the "angels" freeing them from their apparent "depravity",
They'll reach heaven as they starve to death,
They'll reach heaven as the flame devours them.
A million dreams, countless stories,
Anecdotes that'll never be heard out loud,
As pain and agony drives their screams
Desperate cries but the world marches on,
Just an other day, a good riddance as "justice" prevails.
Oh, they're monsters, beware ye child,
But, their only sin was their desire to breathe,
Air that's free, air that's theirs,
To not be persecuted, for their crime of existence.
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
