Monday, March 21, 2016

Pain of Humanity

 The day is lit with a torch
And
Sun has gone down the shade
For
The Violence has marred its march

Blood is shattered all across
Red is the color of even the moss
Culling humans is in the season
Death is drooling for this reason

The day is lit with the torch
For
The pen has started to scorch
And 
It has missed the beat of its march

Ink is spread on the floor
Thinking what pen is writing for
They call terrorist as martyr
Pen helps them in their satire

Sun is hiding now in the shades
For 
Terror strikes using even a spade
And
Human Rights are called to cover the fad

Blood is shattered on the grass
Politics has become terror's class
Culling humans is in the season
Politicians are minting on this reason

The day is lit with a torch
Culling humans is today's march
The pen has started to scorch
Death is now standing in the porch!!

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