Blood That Spills On The Face Of Earth Poem by Mr. M Jamal

Blood That Spills On The Face Of Earth



Look, there drops on
Earth blood red and cold.
Irony of the moment that
Every single being still stand
calm and in allegation of
spur of a moment, sold out
to the greatest bidder who decides
ruthlessly who is to live and
who shall die at a murderous hand
and pity! That cruelty holds....

Was it the same happening?
Before humans start populating the
earth and started for them a new life.
Whether the first one, the innocent Abel
slayed by Cain, out of jealousy.
Or Protestant persecutions at
Catholic monasteries,
Muslims being done in cold blood in
battles un-named,
Or Jews killed ruthlessly in name of
religious profanity? ?
Blood spills and still goes on spilling
On the earth face, such is its destiny....

Friday, May 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: civil rights,crime,humanity,war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hibah Shabkhez 16 May 2015

You chose an interesting way to put it...

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Mr. M Jamal 16 May 2015

Thanks.

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