Bloody Last Day---Aps Attack

With the Sun's knock they opened their eyes
"wow azure sky and bright sun in the chilly December."

That was a normal day in school
Nothing was wrong with anything 

Students gathered in the main hall
Were taking lessons on First Aid

Suddenly there was bang.... 
And then not one or two but seven
Heavily armed terrorists entered the hall... 

"Say your prayer, for your angels of deaths are here"
They opened fire, shooting in all directions... 
Screems, bullets, blood, and bodies everywhere.
It was a mini doomsday... A Qayamh in Peshawar

The devils then moved to the classes
A teacher was trying to protect her pupils, 
She was burnt in front of her students

Then commandos arrived and killed the monsters, 
But the damage was done.. 

149 died that day
144  were young students
Youngest was a six gear old named Khola

They left homes smiling, with dreams in the eyes
but were brought back with holes in the bodies

Many mothers lost their minds
Many survivors still in trauma
A boy Waleed Khan received 8 bullets 
Six of them in the face. He said, 
"My scars are my medals, I wear them with pride, 
I am a survivor, No one can scare me" 

It's been six years, 
Yet the scar on our hearts is fresh
The pain won't go
The smell of innocent blood is still in the air

Again it's 16th December 
Their last day in school 
The last day that wasn't ment to be

Sshh Listen! 
Can you hear them in the air...

December 15th, 2020
A school in Peshawar was attacked six years ago. Terrorists didnt intend to take hostages but to kill only. It ws a terrible day
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Maverick Avatar
November 18, 2021 at 11:36 AM
I see a terrible act was done' and to what end? I remember not 20 years ago you could walk up To a school as I have done, asked to borrow a Pen I used to sell things and would arrive Without appointment to see if the bursar was Available yet now that cannot be done' I think A spiritual evil has been behind such acts to Divide people' to set the stage of distrust so it Would be possible to remove everyday freedom From nations its been long in the making.' Inception older than 20 years
Proxenos Avatar
February 13, 2021 at 2:55 AM
Hi Pagunda, my sweet friend, I could't find you poems i kept going to your page and it said refer to google, then I saw you name and poem in the weeks featured poems and I was thrilled, i though I lost someone very precious when I couldn't find your poems. This poem is outstanding - unfortunately this happens all over the world. In Scotland about 7 years ago, A man with an AK47 showered nursery school age children, they all died except for the teacher - said I wish I was also dead. H&B Jenn.
Zahid Avatar
February 14, 2021 at 3:43 AM
Such a tragic incident you shared. Don't know what's wrong with the mentality of these people. You know the incident I shared, only one of student of grade one servived, and that's because he was absent that day. Those barbaric animals burn the principle alive, when she was trying to protect the kids.... Such incidents leave grave impacts on the minds of people
Zahid Avatar
February 14, 2021 at 3:41 AM
So really kind of you, Jennifer!!
Lindley Avatar
December 24, 2020 at 8:31 AM
My friend, evil ever seeks to kill maim and destroy. It is manifested in the monsters it creates. Your poem reveals the horrific and very sad truth of that tragic reality. God bless...
Zahid Avatar
January 7, 2021 at 10:04 PM
May such incidents never happen again... Those were innocent kids, how can one be that barbaric, how!
Cunningham Avatar
December 16, 2020 at 3:44 PM
Such a terrible evil world we live in Pagunda, they'll be punished in this life and if not the next. Tom
Zahid Avatar
December 23, 2020 at 9:13 AM
They ought to suffer in both worlds. You just can't butcher children. Such people are worst than animals.
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