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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 © | Year Posted 2016




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