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gulsher JOHN

peace be upon...

peace, an unbaptised hope;
made off in furtive manner
'the Father's land'.
And left behind curse and chaos
that leads to
havoc and harm.

'i was waiting to see
thy journey end,
and welcome you back,
but found you as...
a mirage
that feeds
on the masses' ignorance. And
an 'irreducible complexity'
these petty prejudices are.'

such is my land:
bruised by filthy 'norms'
like a tender skin
when touch by winter's wind,
and sweep away
her fairness and charm.


Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 21, 2014

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since 2005 my country has been stricken badly by 'Forces Evil', more than 50000 innocent civilian have been killed, million maimed,
Bomb blasts, suicidal and Drones attacks, target killing, Ethnic and sectarian violence are getting us down.
Nobody is sure to get back safely home in the evening...
the'Elites' like wolves hunt the poor masses and there is no one to listen their voice.

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  • Rookie - 67 Points Bright Morn (2/6/2014 12:56:00 AM)

    very beautiful John. u have drawn a true picture of our land. May the fairy of peace return to our land. (Report) Reply

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