Blast

In all my wondering across the crowd I never dreampt of cause blood That's not in our culture i thought "You heard that sound, i shout?" Then sound another loud sound lies ahead there abandoned, dead and unsound Everyone run, and run without direction Only the unsound had why to asked as question I cried, he watch as I picked his cut-off arm As I gathered the remain of the one near him As many undead also calling me for help As many undead became dead with no help Now the army had arrive With the ones that run angrily to survive And injured separately from the blast They forgot you are alive, if you heard the blast They were barbecuely tied down in polythene The lucky ones, died with their firely face eaten Though they died with many unfulfilled wishes They were only to be remembered as dead ashes Can poor western education make you do this? You had your choice: Pig is forbidden, we're you forced? Alcohol is forbidden were you forced?. Claiming you mass murdered in his honoured To enter his sacred garden blooded If he need that, he could have created us one race No Black, White, jews, Muslims, and Christians