Oblivion
Those who are cut to pieces
by those bloodthirsty killers.
They cry out,scream and yell out.
They turn a deaf ear to those
horrific acts.
The deafening silence maddens
even the hardest heart.
The wild sea burst into tears.
The bloody ire roars out
an action of revenge.
The fearful dawn is at death's door,
the sun never shines.
Maybe it is defined
for darkness to be their light.
They cut the thread before
starting to Spin it.
I'm deeply saddened by the
bloody ring of the chain that happen to
them.
How inhuman can be a human being?
Copyright © Mulu Magdalinos | Year Posted 2023
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