Sorrowful cries and wails
fallen behind your brick wall
and dying flame ofdesire
fluttering at your door
with tears
on each fragment of memories
declare the independence from life
with scattered tissues
in pool of blood
this sizzling evening
is different than every
mournful event
as innocents are slain
by ruthless claws again
telling the peacekeepers
the undeclared war of evil
is not over
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