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Civil War

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English Poetry

Bang!…Bang!..Bang!.

Loud shots reverberating across the emptied square,

neighbour’s bullets smashing, splintering through window,

one viciously driving into this man’s chest,

exploding, his back erupting,

two others into the wall slamming, splattering,

waking terrified mother and screaming baby from rest.

Through mattress passing and over bodies,

violating and shattering,

showering this sacred room,

with innocent blood and pitiless lead,

these soft-nosed dumdum bullets,

hatefully shouting of doom.

A mortally wounded husband wife trembling arms cradling,

amidst her child’s frightening wailing,

in his breast his spirit to hold she is desperately trying,

but in torrents of blood before her eyes his life is ending……

3 Comments

  1. vartika says:

    u actually made the picture come true before our eyes…

    • Gion Gion says:

      @vartika,
      Alas, my friend Vartika,
      this is no mere picture.
      This is just the core of the story as related to me by the niece of the wife,
      Gion

  2. Vishvnand says:

    Reality presented vividly in this poem of insane dastardly inhuman activity. Very remorseful & deplorable to the core.
    Very meaningful poem carrying the point.
    Effort quite commendable.

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