Consciousness Impaired Poem by Malaya Roses

Consciousness Impaired



Lovely day
Drizzling sky
Limitless beauty
Nature silent
Listening to wet chirping bird
We sing love
Mother and human
Our best
But why today
We see our hands
Smeared with red
Blood pouring to the river
Bullets are soaring high
Consciousness is impaired.

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