shallow
blood in the rivers
blood in the streets
blood of humans
blood belonging to beasts
blood dark yet pure
stains on peoples faces entails insanity
blood seeping in snow turn pure to polluted
puddles of blood reflect decrepitude of humanity
they try to wash it off their hands
they fail to realise they are knee deep in it
ghosts of the past
turn present decrepit
there may be hope yet
for those seeking gods redemption
lot of pain to be endured
by the path of the devil if not god,shall salvation be ensured
posted by hyde @ 8:24 AM
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strangely reminiscent of ~a long way gone~... child soldiers hopped on drugs, AK47s and rambo flicks ... fighting for the lives of families already lost...blurred perspectives, brainwashed minds, clarity only in killing the ~enemy~...they know not who or what that means... vengeance is all they care for... a vicious circle spins across that nation as each "soldier" bears arms to assuage his misery and feel strong in the face of trauma...tiny grime-stained fingers gripping grenades...clutching on to their drug-induced haze fortuitously... every sense of humanity lost in translation... what future can they hope for? what PRESENT can they hope for? CAN they hope...???? The luxury of choice isn't theirs to revel in...
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