Hurt, grievances, pain
All that the innocent suffer
What is it that the inhumane gain
Hidden amongst their own laughter
How did the world come to this
Chaos, frantic people everywhere
The once peaceful world I miss
Destroyed and lost, only we're there
Don't you dare go over the top
Reduce the hurt that people receive
How I'd wish that this would stop
Give them all a chance to live
(remembrance of the innocent killed in Paris, Beirut, Baghdad, Mexico and Japan, 12-14 November 2015)
YOU ARE READING
Proetry
PoetryA book of poems and proses A land of blossoms and roses Though left in the bottomless sea We were once meant to be Starting from the bottom Turn that frown into a smile
