Saturday, April 24, 2010

Death loams here

children sit on the streets next to their mothers

all alone, outside their homes

clothed with nothing but with the essences of despair

Death loams here

No one can hear their cries for help

there is no distortion in their message

they watch death take their lives apart

with front row seats, they bare witness

death loams here

deaf to the sound of bullets blowing passed

deaf to the echos of screams

evil takes a glance that lasts for eternity

nothing left to destroy here ,it accepts

death loams here

Dry throats and empty stomachs

No energy to weep, or call for help

nothing to do but wait for fate

The time is near, no fear in their eyes

just death, hope the end is near.

Death loams here

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