Against him, they stood
The army of Yazed
Eyes filled with greed
Blinded by pride
Bound by lewdness
Twisted bodies tainted with sins
Swords stained with innocent blood
Selfish corpses stood;
Against the child of Prophecy
Hearts darkened, spirits enslaved
Spilling blood and bathing in it
They were of course, the Curst Yazidis
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
