Written By: Komal Aziz.
I see the image of smiling children,
Flashing before my eyes,
I feel the excitement there was before it happened,
And in hope to preserve it forever, I shut them tight.
All i could see was a burnt park,
As i opened my eyes,
With a pin drop silence all around,
And swings and stalls I could barely recognise.
They killed them all,
Men, women and the children who smelled like rose,
They don't deserve to be called human,
Every one of them is a heartless ghost.
The world slowly bleeds,
As we suffer and the monsters proceed to set new goals,
And through the shining crack in humanity,
I can see the burning souls.
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