Tuesday, 4 September 2018

Tommorow

Blood spills
Everyday
On frontiers
In corridors
Open fields
Inside chambers
Ripped apart flesh from bones
Raised hands banged heads
Scars that scream
Yet we sleep tonight
Praying for a new tommorow



2 comments:

  1. Love the words bringing a dash of optimism and hope :)

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Do scribble down few words ...it motivates :)

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