One Shot Stories

War

(UNEDITED)

I can smell the noises,
Screams of pain and hatreds
For my nose decides to stop—
Inhaling wept and cries
Hoping, begging, they will last

I can hear the blood,
Flowing life at the land
For my ears wants to fold—
Deaf no longer hears
how lives held and drips

I can touch the war,
Rough guns, sharp knives
For my hands choose to cut off—
So they can not hold the breaths
lying on the ground, with tears on cheeks

I can see the groans,
Loud helps, shouting innocence
For my eyes decides to closed—
Anger towards country devils rise
For lives of their own people neglected 

As I can taste the loss
Hopeless begs, Tasteless success
For my tongue choose to numbed—
Puke the devils' own success

For they are up on stage,
Drinking people's blood,
laughing for the power they got
And we, crying people,
Used as their wooden stairs

Through raging fire of the top' greediness