The Weapons Poem by Manoj Neupane
The Weapons
"The Weapons"
Without incisions and
The blodletting,
They blot on your blouse
These savage and inhuman weapons.
Open, openand open please,
Hold, hold, hold and stop.
Where are the sheaths?
They`ve annihilated the world.
Throw, throw and throw,
Let them not be any disgraceful.
They, surely inevitable but,
Not for wrecking humanity.
Manoj Neupane
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