Violence Poem by SALINI NAIR

Shedding blood the product of violence
Tears that shed across the world
Gloomy nights that’s full of terror
Who is the director of violence all around?
Creek of blood that cover the face
Loneliness that pale the eyes
Face that mark the innocence
Head that cover with nasty cloth
Odor that plea for peace
Quake of broken hand with fear
He is the pray of violence
Senseless terrorism is the product of violence
Victims are the blooming children
Bloomer plays with blasting weapons
There oppress the lifeless childhood
Violence for God, violence for belief
Violence for country and violence for politics
Which terrorist stands for right to live?
Narrow mind creates for terrorism
Narrow belief create terrorists
Childhood that throws to terrorism for food
Who has the right to secrete him to guilt?
They are the future they are the idol
The goof spoils his future and life
Sleepless night that empty his stomach

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