Violence
Sans the souls
Bodies are scattered all around.
It's raining blood everywhere as
the violence crosses all margins:
Streets and roads have turned red.
Babies are crying in the wombs
and so are the Mothers; whilst
laying helplessly on the lanes,
Nobody is for nursing.
People are running for their lives.
Shooting and bombing are echoing
throughout the seven seas;
and the mighty black smoke
has eaten the sun's light.
I'm crying alone in the dark,
trembling with extreme dread;
wondering which era is this!
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Contest: My Take on the Holocaust
Sponsored by: The Seeker
Date - 1st May 2016
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