I put my hand on my heart,
Trying to gain my composure..
Figuring out how did it start..
My feet cold.
Senses all sold.
Smile seems old.
Unfair it is..
This scheme of nature, destiny, fate..
A life gone, a loved one lost..
Just to quench the thirst of thugs..
Its justice what I seek..
And if not a word more shall I speak,
Search my eyes n you'll see how hard..
Pained by the terror we all are.
Is it too late to cry..or
To let go after seeing the innocents die?
A prayer to protest
Bloodshed ain't no jest
How to get it back?
Is it existing anywhere?
Or just plain extinct?
All I wanna know is..
Where is the peace?
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