Guns and weapons,
Shots and wounds.
Bathed in arterial blood,
In giant orange mounds.
Screams and cries,
Betrayal and lies.
The citizens are the victims,
Of the bombs that flies.
Bombed the mosque,
Bombed the bridges.
Bombed schools and colleges,
Over from the ridges.
Temples on fire,
Shock on wire.
Hundreds of coffins,
Is indeed a dire.
Heap of bodies,
Laying across the mall.
There lies a little girl,
Clutching a blood soaked doll.
Explosion of peace,
You fused the bomb.
In lunacy of revenge,
You digged a tomb.
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~Here it is.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
