Bullet ridden innocents
Staccato firing of guns,
Insane henchmen of a beast,
Destroying for a senseless cause
Mangled dead
Brothers and sisters
I hear a puppet walked into market today
To detonate a suicide bomb
I will go to church on a Sunday
I might die on Sunday
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Depravity
PoetryOf love and life and soul deprived. A collection of poems about depravity. ©Muzeyi Yelyen, August 2016
