Nostalgic Wasteland Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb

Turn on your blood hose
It's time to drain out their lives
Sprinkle cities with gun powder
Separate husbands from their wives.

Walls were sprayed with graffiti about peace
Now covered with demonic paint painted by beasts
Beasts disguised as men in uniforms
Claiming to bring back the world to norm.

The ground scattered with bombs and grenades
Blowing off like evil symphonies in victorious parades
The guns are pointed towards their children's head
They cry and scream until their eyes are bled.

One day while the gun holders lay in their graves
They'll be eaten away by creatures they never saw
At their funeral no one will come to save
Their curse painters will come and draw.

It's time to put your guns to rest
Wave all the white flags you have
Bring out all the peace and harmony that's left
The time has come to recycle this nostalgic wasteland.