Death The Legal Murderer Poem by Anas Ibraheem

How could that be possible?

The last we conversed,
You gave life
to my dead dreams.

Oh! I could recall
That mild smile you wore,
When you saw me;
On my Khaki Khaki.

Oh! death killed you
Leaving young Jane
In unbearable pain
Oh! dear death,
What will be your gain?

I felt the trauma
Inside of me it beats
Like a drummer.

Oh! your dear boy
Whom is ignorant is amazed
By the beauty of the crowd.
Only if he knew
Why the eyes weep
That he mimics them with handkerchief.

Rest on Mama
Till we meet again!
In the land of no return.

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