My fellow poets
I am still alive
In my blood bath of a country
But many many many aren't
Oh the massacre
Oh the horror
Oh the excruciating pain
of losing dear ones
Young ones
Old ones
Teenagers
Children
I don't know who can save us
I don't know how
I just beg everyone
To do whatever they can
To prevent from smothering
The voice of blood
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:05 PM UTC
My fellow poets
I am still alive
In my blood bath of a country
But many many many aren't
Oh the massacre
Oh the horror
Oh the excruciating pain
of losing dear ones
Young ones
Old ones
Teenagers
Children
I don't know who can save us
I don't know how
I just beg everyone
To do whatever they can
To prevent from smothering
The voice of blood