Poem -
Syria's end
FuCK, midnight creeps
Once again robbing me
Noises infest
As mice on their eternal wheel
I say to God; wherefore art thou
Syrians are dying
Yet you do NOTHING
The white moon displays craters
Like my heart has its ups
Do not wake the dead
For war has robbed
Maimed and murdered
The little children once more
Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Sadly I don't think the world cares enough, as for god I guess it's true, he just helps those how help themselves...would kinda wrong to say 'nice write' the anguish shines thru, :)
The world knows not how to care until it's too late,
Thou shalt not kill - mere words,
thank you for mirroring;
Best wishes Jai :)
Powerful messages delivered in such a short work is incredible ! Brilliant.
Once Islamic State is defeated and peace talks currently under way bring some results then I hope the world will rally to this country's aid and reconstruction will begin.
Take care. :)
Hello Jai...
This is a great message...
I know it's easy to blame God...
But, if we look at the World he created and wanted...
This what not it...
We are responsible...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Blood thirsty world Richard,
we pray for better. Thank uuuuuuu :) jai
We certainly do pray for peace and unity ! Take care.
:)
Too right it it our fault!!!!
Sparrow tweets the truth here....
Luv from Jai :)