For long there's that  tempest
inside me ,it shrieks out its voice.
It howls,moans and whimper
There's the raging war that has never happened.
Neither did my teacher taught me,
nor have i read .
One side stood my brain ,waiting to scrag
no stranger, but my heart.
The stronger had no sense of revulsion
all it wanted was bloodshed.
The poor cried in pleed
not in greed to live,
but not to let that misdeed upon his pal.
Week fret ,it screamed.
The languid ended ,
yet i believe, he was valiant.