My life is tragedy

This morning when I woke up,
I saw the Blue Ocean and white sandy beaches
But around me there is disorder

No matter how early I rise with the sun
Instead of the birds singing before the day’s begun
Russian revolvers chatter louder and louder

Instead of the promise of the morning air
Shooting, shelling, killing are the days here,
The roads to somewhere blocked everywhere

life not so precious,
schools in things that guns do,
Not for reading and writing and dreams too…

When trust is a word with no meaning
Kids dare, sleep with the devil and see no evil
Instead guns replace toys, for what is joy

On the coastline of homes,
the sun seems to shine
Yet children dare not chill,

Kids thrilled by the echo of bullets
as their endless hunger, so why should they?
they don’t want to, but they got no choice

kids move around like muggers,
killing everybody they see

The right to live keeps being circumvented
replaced by Sorrow burdened souls un-placated
because the wrong really love us

Peace has run out of space here,
Just to mention it,
Invites two flying bullets
Or a free magazine

The rule of law is incarcerated by,
Murderers, bombers, ghosts for leaders
Future has no light
Good things went to hell,
And bad things got worse

Just to end this misery life
I wish I could die

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. naa
    Apr 25, 2012 @ 04:15:30

    It’s beautiful but sad. so much suffering in this world…


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