Streams and Screams
And i got up listening to the guns
And i felt asleep listening to the screams
Every morning here starts in Mourning
Every night here ends in pain and misery
And the blood spills ,flows in lanes like a stream
They call us inhuman and watch us dying ,crying and scream
And it seems they think of beings as Tame
As with no shame they stand for fame
They ransack homes ,thrash women ,target kids
and yet claim of being saints of peace
And from years i have been watching the same
Killers get laurels
Rapists get rewards
victims get bullets
people rising voices are silenced and blinded by pellets .
if in this world ,asking for freedom from barbarism
injustice ,and slavery is sin then i am a sinner
and i will sin more.
#PRAYFORKASHMIR
Copyright © Kamran Rashid | Year Posted 2016
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