Crawl Back To Your Hell
Men dying, Women dying; Children, women and men Blown into bits before they could ask why. Not the tears in our eyes, Not the prayers in our minds; Not the pleas of our entire Voices will dowse your thirst for even more blood. Now you know your guns can kill; Your wasteful weapons of ill. Now you know your sneeze can send shiver Down our spines: now crawl back to your hell. © Jude Ifeme Photo credit Subscribe to POETIC IDEAS Follow @mcjudeci