A Gloomy Scenario Poem by akram saqib

I have not heard anything from you
I was then much busy too
To remind you about, the last shout
Of the mercenaries, whose guns sprout?
The crop of bullets, in recurring bout
To paralyze minds, and life of all kinds

Surely, have you, heard these too
But have been waiting, for calculating
How much children, have they under run

The merciless crops, of guns
pops Up to the hill,
to kill and to kill and to kill