We shall not forget🖤
Trigger warning! Not to discriminate anything,anyone,anyform. When sharpnel and gunpowder rain, Time seems to move in a slow motion. But the best poems have come from The dark trenches covered in Piss,blood and the stench of looming uncertainty, Running between certain death and The possibility of it. Where godless men huddle up in bunkers, Quailing at the sound of death nearing, While they hastily write poems that have turned into Obituaries since. So tonight, as I walk through these Dusty lanes of tenebrosity, I realise this country is at war. The sidewalk painted with pale eyes And bellowing shrieks, Haunted by an unseen ghost. Mothers gasp,children mourn. Hospitals paralysed with Flooded trains of fragility, Bureaucrats rally promising utopia. Justice is blindfolded and Pushed onto the streets. Law-makers play hide and seek, Disturbing lies to the naïve, Like flavoured lollipops. The cost of life open for birds, The highest bidder ...