Cries of pain, bodies scattered
Blood runs cold, eyes hurt to see
Innocent people running away shattered
A nightmare no one could foresee
Terror around creeping in their veins
Terrorism nameless, terrorism with a name
Mission to find potential targets remains
Blocked minds thirsty for fame
‘Sorry, in the name of my beliefs I will kill you thrice,
This is my fallacy'
Young hearts instilled with vice
Black moon for mankind and decency
Who is to blame? Who is not?
For living in uncertainty and fear
Can needless carnage lead to ought
But a world with no atmosphere?
Will we resist to the situation?
Fight for peace upstanding this new plague?
All humanity convict insanity and depression
No matter religion, color, political blame?
Or will all see enemies everywhere,
Pushing this already fragile world into an endless shame
For Future generations, so unfair?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem