A Tear That Is Sour Poem by Hashim Hamzat

THE TEAR THAT IS SO SOUR
Out in the middle east
A great cloud of dust are massing.
I looked far out into the mushroom cloud
Were I can hear
The beating booming guns.
My tearful 👀 eyes vomited it content and spread it across my chicks
Inform of a thick oceans of bloods that poured and move dreadfully down to sock up my giant beard.
I implored as I stretch up my hands pleading out heavily for leniency.
'Oh government from the west
That claims to owns the latest sanctuary of fortifications.
Fortified me from this pains and agony and house me in your fortress'
This voice was heard far beneath the eastern world.
What they get in return was a helpless aid that do nothing rather opening the wrench to a greater pain toils war and no gain.