Blood on soil

Why hate dominate, why love lose

Why guns are chosen and hugs are forgotten

Why innocents are executed, evil stands tall

Why people just talk, don’t perform

Kids left alone, parents dead alive

Silence all around, rage in the eyes

Heart screams, tears streams

Braves wrapped in pride

Anger high tide

Roar spreads all around

Shakin the ground

Hands high in honour

Emotions erupt, Dam breaks

Water falls off the eyes

They go, They go bidding the last of them

Shouts, shots, walks, sobs

Wishing thousands of lives for their mother.

Author: andytheimp

victim of circumstances

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