Peripatetic Poetic Spirit

Pressing my peripatetic poetic spirit I roamed the abode of technology Where I spilled my poetic condolences, with company of tears, To my friends in Japan Whose brothers are forcefully accommodated, In the large bellies of callous Tsunami and dreaded earthquakes. How many oceans of sorry shall consume The traumatic castle of agony erected in their souls? Hugging my peripatetic poetic spirit, I roamed the dried sands of Libya, Where men are roasted by rage of military missiles For demanding the dethrone of a pitiless demi-god How many more heads shall be sacrificed for the crown of justice? Handshaking my peripatetic poetic thoughts I roamed through the petroleum abode of Middle East I found Iraq ravaging by ecclesiastic of death Where men are proud to die for a cause yet unknown Poised by teaching of abstract fable theories, They volunteer to be burnt with innocent multitude. When will scions vampires taste the last drop of blood in Iraq? Only the ONE behind the cloud knows! For the contest:I roam