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Aug 2017
Grown, blown
The field of children
Warn, torn
The soul of mothers
Men, women
Slaughtered bitterly
Girls and boys
Then ***** easily
Missiles and tanks
Hover every corner
Blood and decay
No claim, no honor
Green grass polished
A playing field ready
Why feel so astonished?
Dead bodies lying steady
Sprayed red on field
A gruesome planned scam
None survived, all killed
By the unnamed gang!!

©sim
Inspired by the news article. The day when armed men attacked a school in Peshawar, Pakistan killing 144 people on 16 Dec 2014. This came as the global news.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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