The sky is crowded by menacing vultures
Showering shrapnel’s at
will
Hustling bombs and
missiles
Hubris on innocent mass
The hapless crowd runs astray
Women scramble to hide
their kids
Men jostle to hide from
the barrage
Pale faces that are masked
by fear
Poor souls…
They can’t cry as there are no tears left
They can’t cry as there are no tears left
They can’t pray as God is not
theirs
As evil triumphed and the actions
go unchallenged
I wish they perish
A soul that has no hope
has no place in this world
But, remember there have been
tyrants and murderers
and for a time they can
seem invincible
but in the end they always
fall.
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