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My knee weakens at the sight A massacre of the innocent Parts of their body littered As few were mercilessly beaten The explosion seemed a drill In a located farming area Where people go and fill, Water, pulled by a cart carrier Where children, usually play While mothers do their work Making crooked dolls with clay In garbbish language, they talk Sadden, broken wailing mothers Call onto their childs name A horrific sight, winked at them Humanity, what a shocking shame Cradles gone, blood smeared A mourning torture grimmed Giggles gone, people feared Ears deafened with screams A peacful, happy settlement Now a testing bound ground Cruelty of these man monsters Polluted their calm surround Ghosts and devils are a myth When in vision we see men Horrendous ****** figures I wander, what they have learnt Puppets of the money skimmers Twinted toys of military goons People killed everyday See, how they break their rules Peace is fading drastically Where civilians relay on their leaders Fools, they've been made They are their testing feeders Rest in peace, O' beautiful souls Thou it was not your call I hope these money made figures, Push themselves and fall! ©sim
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Money Made Puppets
My knee weakens at the sight A massacre of the innocent Parts of their body littered As few were mercilessly beaten The explosion seemed a drill In a located farming area Where people go and fill, Water, pulled by a cart carrier Where children, usually play While mothers do their work Making crooked dolls with clay In garbbish language, they talk Sadden, broken wailing mothers Call onto their childs name A horrific sight, winked at them Humanity, what a shocking shame Cradles gone, blood smeared A mourning torture grimmed Giggles gone, people feared Ears deafened with screams A peacful, happy settlement Now a testing bound ground Cruelty of these man monsters Polluted their calm surround Ghosts and devils are a myth When in vision we see men Horrendous ****** figures I wander, what they have learnt Puppets of the money skimmers Twinted toys of military goons People killed everyday See, how they break their rules Peace is fading drastically Where civilians relay on their leaders Fools, they've been made They are their testing feeders Rest in peace, O' beautiful souls Thou it was not your call I hope these money made figures, Push themselves and fall! ©sim
#money#humanity#tragedy
Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
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