Will you bring my aches down?
Shells burnt skin my withering brown!
Will you bring my brothers lost?
Pressed neath buildings toppled most!
At any cost, please bring me back?
My martyred mother's injured lap!
None of you can reconstruct;
The way life lost us all its trust!
Uncles, aunts our elders dead,
Bombshells, bullets striked their heads!
Courages amassen for bodies own,
How heads and heads uplift dead crowns!
Bestowed are humans the same gift of life!
Then why do these powerfulls put all us to strive?
Dead are all Nations to tortures we bear;
Wailing our screamings, unwanted to hear!
Forgotting humanity must tower these bounds;
A cry is a cry, wherever be the ground!
If blind are you all at our poor such plight;
One day, war evils with your walls would strike!
Then will be duely your loved ones are mourned;
Bleeding or injured or dead, be they gone!
Single a death if, a threat is to all;
Nations of true roots, call immediate adjourn!
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Author:
Sahar Adnan (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2023 06:57
- Comment from author about the poem: All humans are equal..Humanity much tower itself above the boundaries of geography(lands)...forceful occupation of the weaker ones..life is a gift bestowed to all..families are those primarily institutions where every human love to spend his/her time with...All humans on earth should value others' being human too
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Vengeance is Mine, and recompense; Their foot shall slip in due time; For the day of calamity is at hand, And the things to come hasten upon them.
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