Shattered dreams amidst the shattered glass,
Injured bodies and wounded minds,
Damaged buildings alongside blood stained roads,
Buried men and with them buried aspirations,
Air poisoned with fear and pain,
A handful of heartless murderers inflict,
A country full of citizens suffer.
What do the perpetrators desire
To rule over a land of corpses?
It takes..
A match to start a fire, an army to put it out,
A day to destroy, a year to rebuild,
A few terrorists to cause havoc, All of us to restore sanity.
1 comment:
Beautiful!
Especially the last three lines...
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