The ballad of the wall.

#poem#peace.

I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house.

Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous*.

Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree.

Standing telling the history.

Look I saw, broken toys and dolls.

The carvings on walls

The children echo from alls.

Pearls like shine, in my eyes.

As the tears fall down.

Family and brethren all gone.

Diverging lights from the walls.

Carcasses of food and females stalls.

All clotted with blood and free.

Telling me the dreadful history.

Causulities and collateral damage.

Was sited by me, the house I could only see.

The silent cries agony and pain.

Was so evident.

My hands and feet trembled, precedent.

Can’t you see the misery.?

When the deaf hears the history.

The house has a clot, broken and still.

Breath no air and looks for its kin.

‘Go bring me, my inhabitants’, :yellin’.

Walls of house I see you tellin’

In my hands there is no wands,

Can take the balls back to cannons.

There you see a child smiling,

It used to be, now stucked in a framing.

This innocent has yet no wings.

Now in a this earth, draped in white.

Waiting for a day for all his smiles.

The daughters, son and people

The brethren and all kith and kin.

On the floor you stand has blood spills

The innocent did nothing but has bearings.

I stand losing their hope, I wasn’t strong to cope.

The sound of the cries,

The shout of of missiles,

I wasn’t strong enough to hold.

Alas, the dust has it all,

My friend all you need to do

Is spread the message.

For innocent life’s is precious

Behold to the Rope of the Most Gracious.

This life is one, a gift and a test.

For there lies a recompense.

For the soul who doeth the wrong.,

Surpasses the worldly law,

Will grabbed by the forelocks.

On the day that is bound to come.

I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house.

Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous.

Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree.

Standing telling the history

#wakeup

Four words story.

They live,

you sleep.

*Name of this imaginary house, Means a place of safety.

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