Questions are asked
petitions are placed
random papers flying as rain
black and white engulfs the scene
where spilled blood fight
some for blood lost
some for missing greens
some in garb to be heard
some to letters mentioned at last
evidences interrogate
crimes act
screams silenced
sobs muffled
some happy
some sad
upon the score of blood that lasts
Those black and white, isn’t free
it costs a lot
When the scores are settled
but pleading souls vanish apart
the blood of spills
settled at last
only hope
It could be faster
Since candle lost its light
And dark reigned over night
no drop of blood left to settle the score at last….
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Very good words spilleronsheet but the light WILL shine again and all will be well.
Andy
Thanks dear Andy
Always hoping for light to touch beneath the dense canopy above
Hopefully this is Putin at the Haig, getting hanged for the atrocities in Ukraine in his name.
Satan lying somewhere, waiting for brim to be full maybe….
What a candid introspection that evokes keenness about the true self of the world that we breathe. Wishing for more grey in the black and white that we see around. Engrossing as always.
Once again it’s a pleasure to read your insights
Shall try my best to reap in your advice
I oft ask my self .. where is the justice in this cruel world ...... I think this is one of those you needed to get out into the open and off your chest ... N x
Indeed dear Neville
Justice has become a luxury too
Which court is it equitable to go to?
And thanks a lot for stopping by
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