Guns Down Poem by Fahad AlHafiz

Guns Down

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Guns down! No! You don’t want to kill a brother!
Does blood taste as peace, that you don’t whither?
For the debt they can’t pay - bombs, riots, genocide
And you fill, your heart - with her diseases, suicide!

Like a bunch of children, hungry, crying to nations
Lulled by their dreams, by their leaders, impatient!
For the blame they wouldn’t take, revise your blade
For your blames, sins, that is, its them who you fade!

Children must learn? To you, it sounds so pathetic!
When it comes to be elected, you feed them politics!
Children mustn’t work! Nor are they meant to taste
Dirt, kicks, alcohol – for tomorrow, a terrible waste!

Bribe should not be taken, but for the sake of Satan
Take it, betray, let the truth of justice not awaken!
Hives should not be broken, like your mother, they
Were built, homed - and now, are shattered to grey

The wife needs a husband? But he is sent to the war
Like at a station, as a train, it takes him so very far
The wife needs a kiss? You torture her with tears
With memories laid to waste, her pain would pierce

Now the question must be inferred: Who are you to
Steal dreams, break limbs, kill brains all through?
Who are you to make it quick - their lives to death?
How’d you feel being them, swallowing your breath?

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