And again and again,
I weep.
Each time the shock stales,
Replaced by a sick hollowness,
Borne of spent rage where...
End is none
...
They tell me this time
Its worse;
Much worse than ever before,
And all i say is:
Worse? Because the brickwork
Was more valuable? or worse
Because, the white of skin,
The ones, ordained to be the
Undead, or avenged in multiples of twenty
If ever, LORD FORBID, dispensed,
Were harmed in pair! !
Oh lord lets all despair! !
As did the gunpowder send,
Arms
And legs a flying,
So shall,
The powers that be,
Send parts
Of this nation
A begging...
Alone, alone,
All all alone,
Shall we all be....
.........In bits and parts.....
Till WWIII ! ! !
for my poor bleeding land..pakistan
wardha jawdat
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