Pale white
In the ghastly night;
Bulls of mind
Raced on hinds
Away from the direful sight;
Pens lost their might
Amidst the fist fight.
‘Human rights’
Lost their quondam height
After their bloody Knife
Cut their high kite,
On which that “knight”
Dreamt of flying.
So, away their veil flew;
‘Cause, even IT disapproved
And refused
To shelter anymore abuse.
Now, let me tell you a story;
THE STORY OF A RAG DOLL….
So, I found this rag doll
Which survived a fall
From Terror’s high horse;
With hearts so small,
They managed to haul it all
Amongst their fenced walls.
But tell me;
Why did that rag doll
Suffered Misery’s call
And bit the bullet of
Guns, appalled?
It was left shook
For the war took
Away all that, that a book
Describes of how perfection looks.
Smiles were hanged from the hooks
By the soulless crooks;
Who made their last words, ‘Please, don’t shoot.’
How funny;
The rook
Skipped and took
Down every pawn from every nook
While the kings waited and looked.
The Blood on clothes
Stained the soul, instead.
It didn’t look me in the eye;
The doll searched my soul, instead.
The dust covered the faces;
The glass pricked the soul, instead.
It didn’t steal lives;
It chose to steal the souls, instead.
HUMANITY CALLED;
IT WANTS ITS HUMANITARIANS BACK.
– JAISMINE K.
Thanks for writing. I hadn’t seen anything from you for a while.
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Haha… This isn’t the one that i wrote recently XD . The one i wrote yesterday is called ‘An Eulogy…’ you may check that out. 🙂
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