bombing
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The lights of the city glide within me
but do not pierce through me with their glitter
deep in me there still persists the black depths
of the black history i hear singing
This is the dark time,my love,
all round the land brown beetles crawl about.
the shining sun is hidden in the sky,
red flowers bnd their heads in awful sorrow.
This is the dark time,my love
The world is on fire and flooding as well,
The most powerful country is going to hell
The princess and prince have stepped down from royalty
And rights are debated as if we aren’t dying
( Based on Manchester Bombing, 2017, and the death of Saffie Roussos. )
"Come on Ashlee, you promised you'd get up and dance!"
I look at my little sister, her grin and stubborn stance,
I’ve never been good at starting a conversation. The idea of initiating a dialog used to seem as though it was easy . As if the books I read had all the answers, but what looks good on paper doesn’t always work once you look out into the world.
Soggy boots stomp on crumbled lands
No tears are wept for their bloody hands
Legs of lead
and Hearts of steel
There you were standing, stalled
Your eyes, a deer in headlights, lights
They held a killer cold hue
The best was given
Yet, it wasn’t good enough for you
Home...
It was a typical
day. The same people
taking their daily walks and the
same children playing. Their smiles
precious, but unfortunately temporary.
There's something different in the relation that we share....
we both love each other in our own ways!!
I :- like a stars in the night sky ..
she :- like stars in the bright sky...
_zakiuddin__
There has alway been a fire in your eyes. No one knows what you are even like. There's a burning sensation, Within your damnation. No one knows what I go through, Even though there's a dew. Under the mist and fog, You're a damn old hog.
Nothing more what elese to say?
Have our days been counted?
What to do but pray?
I live a life of oppresion
And being brown is my obsession
But how has my color helped me?
Why do I feel distressed?
For my opulence,
Luxury or success.
Look, I did nothing wrong
I was born,
I'm tiered of waking up to see the news.
How many died?
Who bombed who?
When I see the headlines I sigh,
They outnumber those that show any hope,
Faith in humanity so hard to restore.
Landmines
Claim the
Ability
To disrupt,
To contain,
To destroy,
To supress,
To unhinge,
To contract,
To dismantle,
To idle.
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All while
The bloated stomachs
In stinking gutterrs
The naked ribs
Of sprawling skeletons
Hoot for a time bomb.
Thousands of runners are almost there
They are coming up to the finish line
But a danger lurks in the crowd
One that no one knows is there
Until it’s too late
The danger drops a book bag near the finish line
When the world turns, are we turning with it?
Or are you standing there
like you did last week
in the middle of a crowd
while it flowed (hurried) around you?
I turned for a second, and my heart
It renders me incapable to respond. and I, being already out of energy then, am forced to stop.
It is the driving force, and so spikes adrenaline, and so fills the mouth, that rancid taste taking over, holding fast.
You watch the news, you see the signsYou see the terror reflected in their eyesYou don't know the whole situationBut you know the media is exploiting the informationJust because it's a part of life
Fear is only recognized after the fact.
When you are in fear, you feel him, you smell him, he grips you,
but you do not know him as fear.
The singing began as they came for the finish
The cheers and proud memorandums
Ran through their minds.
A thousand miles had they run for this,
A thousand pairs of rubber soles they wore down for this,
My heart bleeds tears of sorrow for lives lost unexpectedly on a momentous Patriots Day, Bombs burst loudly sending innocent lives to heavens gate...
Promise me that you will always be outraged
on days like today
when smoke corrupts the lungs of people already breathless from the urge to live, live, live.
Promise me you will never bury your head in your hands
Even the smoke
Was thicker than I thought,
And I thought and I thought.
Innocent shards
Take their place, broken heart.
Who am I to have thought?
The line to the finish was so very near
When a sound went off so I could barely hear
I fell down - I felt the pain
We have been bombed - I cry as I lay
I see the other runners turn around to help me back up
Running
And running
You can see the end
Running for hours
The crowd cheers
And shouts encouragement s
You keep going
Then there's a boom
There's so much commotion
Child, he was just a child
He was shot in cold blood
With no reason, but he was the victim
Children, children, children
These children were young
They probably thought they did something wrong
Weakened by the turmoils of the world
I am contained
By the television screens that speak of the cruelties
And hinders my heart day after day
So much pain
So much violence
So much suffering
So much senselessness.
People killing
People hating
People running
People dieing.
Strangled noises of fear forget to free themselves,
Blurred objects in horror sprint by,
A haze of red and black.
Black as night, as coal, as death.
Shocked expression on every transparent figure,
I am broken
I don’t understand
How can someone
Bomb our lands?
Why can’t we live?
Why can’t we see
A peaceful world
Where all agree?
Why must we hurt
And be in pain
I’ve got a noose around my neck,
And a fire outside my door.
I’m about to dangle in my distress
I’m on the 107th floor.
They say:
Stay there, we’re coming.
We’ll be there soon and,
I can hear them shouting.
New bow in my hair;
Dress pressed nice for church.
Mama told me goodbye.
I can hear them shouting.
The choir is singing;
God must be listening.
The sun is shining.
