Inky headlines seem steeped in red
Shock waves sent to living dead
Words on air smeared in blood and pain
Cries stabbing the hearts, tears in vain
Flesh ripped, shrapnel blind eyes
Smoke blurs dawn as grief trots
Evening twilight smirched with blots
Faceless killers that prowl and pry
Thirst for blood the lycan quench
Screams and sighs all gore drench
Pakistan will not change.Bloodshedding is a daily occurrence i know as India.They are both mudslinged as pakis in il still all over more or less.I like the synopsis in the poem
very nice poem i love poetry like this, its imaginative and creates something out of nothing most rhymes work well and it has a nice meter the musicality is awesome great job quill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish I was a higher form of being like a Vampire or an Archangel and put an end to either lycanthropy or those who transform. :) . A very thought provoking piece, so well written and strong indeed. Thank you