Befallen
Mouth of the orange-flavored lollipop
Hands of the bicycle on the yard
Eyes of the doll playing days
Saw nothing
But easy death snatched the child
Piles of tears
on the red valleys of corpses
prayed the naked pact of
The world weapon business!
Nobody dies but
the hearts of barbarism
on the worried thrones
to save the truth of Scriptures
Humanity or civilization
The Dome of the Rock or the life
Now in the befallen wish of God
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April
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