No Shower Of Deaths Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No shower of deaths

Thursday, May 3,2018
8: 00 AM

No shower of deaths
How long shall you deliver?
and earn an anger
from the helpless and innocent

you are daily making them target
we shall do nothing except to curse
and express remorse,
not to you or other powers

but in our prayers
do you think our blood is cheap?
so keep us in danger
make death to shower

and take our lives dear
one day, your source shall dry
and you will cry
to seek help from an almighty

who will show no pity or mercy
an ocean may turn red
and no one shall be able to read
scores of people are dead

still, we plead
stop showers of bullets
and the raining of rockets
it shall end the human race
but what shall you on the face