Demons reaped pleasure
again in the name of religion,
terror spreaded into the bones,
where to hide my little angel
who was born after many
years of penance, from
these ruthless tyrants of life.
Many little graves were dug
again who escaped from the fear,
their bodies bathed in blood
laid to rest in peace,no tears
nor cries they heard in the
dark grave of butchery ,
All dreams laid cold to rest .
Places where hope is build
were the demons sanctuary,
lurked disguising as a healer
of life,all masked mortals
wandered in thirst of blood.
Many foolish brains were tinkered
to worship money and religion.
How shall i nurture my little
angel born yesterday in the
hope to feel a beautiful world,
all she heard is the firing of guns,
little voices calling,”God help!” before gasping their
last breath and sobbing of hopeless souls.
All she smelled was the smoke and
smell of burned skin and blood.
Could this be the future we want
to cherish where brutals danced in mirth?
How many innocent lives to be sacrificed
to hoist the flag of peace for humanity?
All what is left is few hungry mouths
crippled ,shattered dreams,awaiting
their call to kiss goodbye to their loved.