Graveyards of the Heaven

I walk the streets of blood everyday. I walk through the valleys of death everyday. Every dawn to dusk i tremble by fear. I wonder with my eyes full of tear. Every morning to me brings the breeze of death. Every dusk of mine is washed away with the rain of blood. Everyday i see the burning hopes and the laughing popes. With Pellets and teargas shells i am fed. With the curfews and crackdowns i am fed . I see the sky up lying home on bed. I live in a state of hypocrisy, the world calls it a democracy. A democracy where bullets & candies are the same thing. My words are not enough to define the pain. But to remain silent is insane.