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Midnight Mystry Poem
Old Macdonald was among allies E-I-E-I-O
And on his team he had Great Britain E-I-E-I-O
There was France and Canada
New Zealand and Russia
Also China and India
Don’t forget United States of America
E-I-E-I-O
Baba Black Sheep have you any wool?
But only for axis powers three bags full
One for Italy, One for Japan
And one for Germany who was aggressive of all.
I am a Nazi anti-semitist and racist
The holy symbol of Swastika is my basis
When Hitler is shouting hear my name
Aryans are superior of all is my claim.
If you are happy and you are Jew clap your hands
If you happy and you are Jew clap your hands
If you are happy and you are Jew and you really want to show
Nazis will send you to concentration camp.
Adolf Hitler Adolf Hitler what a star
He invaded Poland first of all
Up above he went with Denmark and Norway
And then France and Netherland became its prey.
Itsy-bitsy Britain was shocked at first
They thought that surprise air attack by Germany was the worst
But Britain Royal Air force was like that sun-shine
Which threw Luftwaffe away and beyond the line.
Sail sail, sail the ship
Gently down the stream
Be careful America
As you could be hit
By a German Submarine
United States was over the wall
Because of Attack on Pearl Harbor they had a great fall
All the soldiers
And all of its allies
Couldn’t stop this surprise attack on them.
Germany Germany turn around
Germany Germany you lost your the ground
America and Britain jump up high
Your D-Day invasion touched the sky.
Japan Japan yes America
Are you going to back down?
No America
Atomic Bomb!
No America!
Already dropped it
Ha ha ha…
Hickory Dickory dock
Hitler’s suicide was a shock
It was second of September
And at last Japan surrendered.
Hickory Dickory dock
After six years of havoc
When finally axis powers bended
The world war two ended…
Copyright © Midnight Mystry | Year Posted 2017
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“No... I am going to eat that piece of cake!” she screamed on top of her voice
He knew that he had no choice.
The person who used to threaten him about the horrors of tooth decay
Had now herself became a child.
But he was happy to see her that way
She had worked her all her life till her hair got grey.
She wanted him to have a good future,
So she sacrificed everything without saying a word.
Despite of this fact his entire childhood her silent wails he heard.
He still remembered that day as if it was just yesterday
He had got his first job and importance of savings he was taught.
The person standing before him cribbing like a toddler
Was the same person from whom he had learnt the most valuable life lessons!
He decided to cut her some slack
And just like that he was thrown into flash back
Her life had been so hard
With death of her husband and a one year old in her yard
But giving up wasn’t an option for her
Because she knew being an orphan how much you suffer
She looked at her pretty little boy and promised him all the joy.
Remembering that his heart was filled with gratitude
And instantly that changed his attitude
And giving up he said with a smile “But you will get only one.”
Being agitated she said “Don’t you tell me what to do! I am your mom!”
He simply sighed and smirked
At last at age of seventy five
His mother was reliving the childhood that was to her once deprived…
Copyright © Midnight Mystry | Year Posted 2017
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He was like a dream, too good to be true
She was the map to unravel him, everything about him she knew.
But then again there is difference between to know and to understand
If only his thoughts could be scanned.
All she ever spoke was about honesty, then how come she committed such trips?
When she had certain things on her mind but different words were on her lips.
To handle him was a task on whole new level
For him to be angel, she had to be the devil.
His empathy was rewarded with apathy
But what could she do, due to her past experiences she lacked sympathy.
His priority was his ambition
But when she did the same, all she got was humiliation.
She didn’t even realize when her ego replaced her self-respect
And she stopped seeing things from his aspect
What was this absurd logic of his?
He wants her to be exactly the way he is!
Their relationship which was once exemplary cooperation, soon turned into a nasty competition where both wanted to prove that they were dominant, they were strong.
In all of this who was right, who was wrong?
Copyright © Midnight Mystry | Year Posted 2018
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A random chapter is being written on history’s page
Of the greatest war being fought in this age
This unique war isn’t against anyone
This battle is for survival of every person
Humanity has waged this war to see another day
To win the unusual war at home every person decided to stay
Weapons used were soap and water
Time was the essence of this matter
Where so many lives were being lost
Humanity was indeed paying for survival a hefty cost
And as the war grew intense
People were growing more and more tensed
Baring all the hope on their ordinary shoulders
To turn the tide began fighting these brave mighty soldiers
Common man became super-hero wearing gloves and masks
They courageously accepted any challenge and meticulously performed every task
When the end-game is over, and the chapter would be closed
A huge debt to them, this new world would owe
Indeed greatest miracles occur at the time of despair
What succeeded was indeed rare
Where staying apart was a must
In ad-mist of this calamity people started respecting life and building trust
People started becoming more empathetic
A bit more kind, a little more sympathetic
And as the war became deadlier
For their heroes fighting on the front-line, people clapped and cheered
For some time at least, the world became a better place
As many nations came together to tackle this case
And as the economy tumbled down
Various helping hands emerged to stop it from crashing into the ground
Slow and steady we’ll win this race
With each person fighting these battles at their own pace
And as the wavering faith is being restored
We’ve realized importance of the little things we used ignore
When we’ll flip to the book’s next page
Freedom would be found by imagination in this cage
New hobbies would be adopted, and old talents would be reacquainted
The passions would also bloom, which in the course of time had been neglected
As and when we’ll emerge victorious in this war
May be we would witness an improved world, left with a scar…
Copyright © Midnight Mystry | Year Posted 2020
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