Thousands rolled their eyes,
looking behind the shelter,
from Germany to Gibraltar;
Found in vain museum,
ragged by the sword,
useless of all the efforts,
done by the courteous;
Polite hands begging,
before the churchyard,
ruffling pain of their inner soul,
leads no punishment for them;
Near Duke! Peace lashed,
by the crying of refugees,
all the holiness diminished,
has God alive anywhere?
Every rumour and deceit for them,
only revolution take place,
No church could get them
is this the world?
ruthless running only for selfishness.
No utter for the roaring band
can just someone call them?
adopt them at such passage
is this the Justice of God?
I only think about the numb God
-----------; let's do for them.
Part 1 completed # keep enjoying the part next part will be published soon #Xoxo#
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Numb
Poetrythis poetry is dedicated to the Syrian refugees who suffered lot during this procedure. I hope I tried my best to elaborate their feelings through my writing #thank you# For their effort#
