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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