Nightmare II: War Crimes

My worst nightmare is seeing children crying

scared to death

from bombs and the burning toxic galore

of illegal war

destroying souls and more

celebrated by the world’s lovers of gore

as its broadcasted to the masses

that it’s the  water for your planted fears

that you’ve been taught for years

to kill others

who don’t look like you

 

women and children, and men alike

are bloodied and traumatized

dying and hospitalized

wondering when their hospitals

will be attacked too.

 

Palestine, Syria, these arab sisters are victims of war crimes

all under the guise of terrorism

as if creating rivers of blood will drown ISIS

giving in to the lust and playing with chemical attacks

and torturing civilians alive

It will earn the safe western public a medal… for war on terrorism

raping women

kidnapping children

torturing men

an arab genocide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Greek Underworld

 

At last, the soul has been freed

With nothing left for greed,

It’s taken across the river of Styx,

A ghostly water, which nobody picks

By Charon’s boat, the ferryman of death’s Master

Only the tremble of the soul makes it go faster

With no light to spare

Just dark to stare

And bitter feelings of dread

And lost memory of the dead

Left behind in the pool of Lethe

Looking back at his rotting wreath

He takes a deep breath…

[Was I bad?] I cannot remember…

Or is this.. just a new slumber?

Alas, he goes on, wishing and wishing

But he doesn’t know, what to wish for

Because his mind is blank, and everything is missing

He walks the plank

Towards his judges

Getting cold and feeling shrill with Charon’s nudges

His voice is struck in his throat

Unable to speak…..

He waits for the vote.

With fear in his tender eyes

And

 

to be continued!!

 

This is a poem I wrote in Highschool… unfortunately I never finished it but I will soon iA!