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Pogrom
This progressive hate
I'm bathing in..
These condeming stares
That imagine a sin
The streets run red
With the holy water
They shout and behead
Those they have killed long ago
The city burns
With its people inside
No one weeps,
No one seeks to hide,
Just to rape the wounded
Just to lick the flowing pus
You killed the few
To save the many
You branded your view
And God is happy
The city burns
With its people inside
Women sing
And babies die
Their silence wont
Wont hush your mind
At least God is happy
Fire brigade and cops needed
Fire brigade and cops needed to settle matters Ghost Rider.... what a bang !!!!!!
©bishu
Rivetting, Huligan.
Rivetting, Huligan. Rivetting! I like.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "