Living emotions and feelings
In the silent heart,
Creates awful sounds of pain...
Motto of peace bugles
To the dreadful war...
As opinion changes to every humans...
Victory for the nation from the death of humans,
Albeit it is termed as justice..
Colours of the skin,
Determined the values of humans,
Though the bloods cannot be white....
Pains of poor never be heard,
Pains of pauper
Remains unheard, eventhough pains of animals are cared..
Peace from death,
Respect from colour of skin,
Unheard pain of poor - sounds scary
Albeit justified through wealth...
Weird to hear....
But common to humans - cause, opinion changes..
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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