There is too much sorrow in this world,
too much for lamenting poets to describe,
too much to chronicle with weak words.
What is the metaphor for our brutality,
a beast that hides a ghastly hoard of sin,
that lurks within the heart of every man?
The cold reptilian brain bears the mark,
yet concealed by human flesh and blood;
it shows itself in smoke and fire and lust.
Though it stands upright in the garden,
its soul slithers like a venomous rapist.
It feeds on the virginal innocence of youth.
The serpent is the beating heart of war.
Its terror seizes the soul of a generation.
It scorches the earth in hell's brimstone.
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Inspired by the brutal bombing of innocents in Lahore, Pakistan on Easter Sunday, March 27,2016.
A poemreal in front of the brutality is not an easy work.Succeeded Barry.
I don't know. I tend toward the philosophical and cerebral. Others I am sure will capture the outrage and grief better. Thank you for the comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another brilliant poem on the theme of terror. You have captured the barbarity of terror with awesome imagery. Well deserved 10
Thank you Nosheen. I would rather not have to deal with this subject but since terrorism exists, poets cannot ignore it.