Manchester struggles to take its breath,
The world united breaths hold,
Happy are none but terror and death
All by terror- kin of devil old.
A Grande plan of extreme measures
To hear songs with their dears,
How profiting is this crimson treasure!
In the concert of violence and fear.
Do the hopes and prayers of the world
Reach the ones who terrors strike?
Sit men legless and children curled,
All this fuels to the terrorist hike!
When will these headlining words
Take leave from the white pages?
When will we roam like wild birds
And fly over these terrorist cages?
~Ajay
Note- On the recent terror strikes in Manchester
May 2017
