That night was cold
It was cold for the young, the old and the bold
That same night freedom was sold
Its mysteries are yet to be told
Fists hammered on doors
Shops and houses were open
Bodies sprawled on the floor
Hearts and windows were broken
There was mass commotion
Hatred was the only emotion
Christians could not do their devotions
Blood became body lotion
Family could not relate
Even friends were unkind
Democracy could not debate
Love was hard to find
Screams thundered here and there
Nobody seemed to care
Science did not dare
Even the camera could not bear
The mosque was out of sight
The streetlight was not even bright
Nothing seemed right
Many called it, 'the cold night'
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