Violence

Sans the souls Bodies are scattered all around. It's raining blood everywhere as the violence crosses all margins: Streets and roads have turned red. Babies are crying in the wombs and so are the Mothers; whilst laying helplessly on the lanes, Nobody is for nursing. People are running for their lives. Shooting and bombing are echoing throughout the seven seas; and the mighty black smoke has eaten the sun's light. I'm crying alone in the dark, trembling with extreme dread; wondering which era is this! ______________________________________ Contest: My Take on the Holocaust Sponsored by: The Seeker Date - 1st May 2016