This poem mirrors the picture of the world today, particularly the the galloping power of terrorism that is sniffing out the lives of innocent people.

 

Steely sky emerges as sweltering sun dissolves

Into the somber pits of oceans and seas

 Yawning of surly winds and storms  

The birds thus hide in shawls of trees

Shrill wail in the distance grips my soul

Drives from crescendo to melancholy cry

Creeping down the place, loosing my wits

Audacity of trust that soon begins to die

Unseasonable mist enveloping in silence

Of colourless autumn fulminating the spring

 Bloody lashes of winds whip my spirit

 Chew and bite all hopes and yearning

Prickles of pain shoot up my spine

As I cruise via the carpet of skulls and bones

Charred by fire, Splattered with blood

Swathe of destruction, echoing of drones

 Deaths of so many wound my courage

Prairie and fields wear apparel of casualties

Rampage, arson and riots now sin

 Violence and bloodlust render brutalities   

Awash with drops of crimson water

So many drenched in blood and gore

Pillows of bones sending me to sleep

 Agonizing catastrophe with stench so sore

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