This war is not a cleanse,
Red is not the color of water*

He promised a bloodbath, he delivers
Blood in his hands, he waves
His men with guns, in rage
All those against him: a huge price they paid

and if you still think this is normal,
if you still think this is for the common good,
you
are part of the war
you are the weapon
you are the gun

the gun that killed innocent lives and called it "collateral damage", the gun that pushed cops to **** lives to meet their quota, the gun that went from one hand to another to another and was finally kept hidden by the man on the chair

"How well would you sleep tonight?"
"Brother, why do you have blood on your hands?"

And you were the scar
that made the pain
all worth it.

*excerpt

You are the wind
It's always something new when you are around
Be it a warm breeze or a cold whisper
That's why I never get tired of you
But I can't be attached
No, I won't be attached
Cuz as the saying goes
The wind can never be caught

I love you
I love the way you'd look at me, filled with warmth
I love every waking second I'd see you
I love the way you'd skip your feet when you're excited or just the giddiness of your laughs

You would have been my soulmate, my beloved, my life, if.
If I had the chance to meet you
I am still not sure if you are real
I write, think, shout, say the words
But I have never really been successful
Once I tried, the second I almost did and the third let's not even go there

And although others have faced worst
I have become tired
But then I again I still love you
And I will keep searching
Until I

It brings out the best in you and yet it also brings out the worst
Guess.

You have become a constant
And I'm falling for you constantly