A Missile Attack
Contributed by
shahdeo
on
Thursday, 10th April 2003 @ 10:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Humanity experiences its worst nightmare,
A shameful act, a horrendous crime,
A missile attack.
A newly experienced mother hood,
Breasts surging with warm milk,
Hysteric, dumbfounded
Rolling over floor, seeking for death at the earliest,
Her newborn baby turned into a meat loaf by
A missile attack.
A Small girl, barely 6, with a tiffin full of candies,
running along the blood strained streets,
Among the debris of human skulls,
chaotic , lost her mother, faces Undeterminable ,
for they are turned into ashes by
a missile attack.
A dead brother in sister’s lap,
A half burned daughter in dad’s custody,
No legs, No eyes, No hands hence silence,
Sister’s tears, dad’s life, two dead bodies, handful of memories and a missile attack.
A just married couple, in their fortnight, eager to make love,
All a sudden, black smokes, towers falling, fire everywhere,
Busted them into martyrdom,
Shattered them into pieces of flash and wounds.
An unfulfilled dream, an utter curse
A missile attack,
Tattered body, hungry stomachs, black eyes and a valley of death,
God is dead...
Or
Ashamed to see his greatest creation,
Rolling on dirty muds, on blood strained streets,
Snatching, struggling, and fighting to eat even each other’s flash,
Just for a piece of bread?
All due to a missile attack.
Let me tell all of you,
A missile knows not the language of peace and harmony,
For it can reach from this continent to that continent.
It can step down a proud nation to ashes.
Think! Think! Think!
An unjust cause, a commercial motive, a self proclaimed pontiff, a proud dictator,
And it’s always the innocent, SUFFERER.
Copyright ©
shahdeo
... [
2003-04-10 22:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on
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