A Poem for Bloodshed
How sad is the day
when we celebrate the death of a man?
Good or evil,
is justice so blind that it lets us know
wrong from right?
You kill a man
but not an idea.
You celebrate a death,
you create more enemies.
Is there any justice done in killing
regardless of the actions?
Tell me how blood washed away blood?
A.N: this is a rough in the making.