Everyone finds a trail of terror
On horizon
When lights are turned on in manour,
As life spend and lend
Times is lazy ,led byfolks pride,
Those black minds and devil smiles
Taking lads... darkening their minds,
Eyes full,brain washed
Even can't get a mother to lil,
Spend the lives those poor guys
Under the harsh metal minds,
No toys ,games to play
Just the guns with manuals to slay,
Inspite of bullets sometimes fragile heart sways,
Experience of a child to a worrier
Mending steel to be a puzzled terrorizer,
Their roots run deep
Thick and strong
Who would've thought that a child can get in along,
Someone must take the lead
Arise and shoot em dead
They may fall before their inocence,
Cruelty doesn't lay in hands of their trainers only ,
They want to fall ,after seeing the shining sun.
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Diary Of A Maiden
PuisiA diary which holds some of the poems about life , happiness and nature. All of the poetry is my original work . I haven't stolen anything from anyone. I am also inspired by many works . My grammar is really weak so, I apologize for this inconvenie...
