They rejoiced
Killing many, and
Leaving others lame
With guns held high in air
They shouted loud
All praise in His name
With trembling legs
And fiery eyes
I walked down the road
All worried only about self
No one really cared
About the blood that flowed
Those cries still scare
The gun shots still haunt
Unity disrupted, peace torn
Lost is the glory
Which this land
Once used to adorn
With a blank mind
Staring into the infinity
I was left stranded
Struck between the differences
Of what is unholy
And what is sacred
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A good poem that calls for Universal Brotherhood Of Man. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.