Wrong Turn

Wrong Turn

Ocean won't rhyme with shore

And wave resonate no more

And so is mankind, nothing left to show

Long lost generosity

To the hell of inhumanity

Heart of foolish filled with nothing

Nothing.

A man's desire to greed

For every second, they'll bleed

Cause this wrong turn got no need

and I'm sure of it

by AmirullahZul

This poem was written two years ago. I typed it in a word document, stored it in a folder, and found it back just now. Two years ago? Back then, I was in foundation. 

Why did I wrote this in the first place? Hmmm can't recall.

Anyway, I searched the internet on one right picture that could described my poem, graphically. Here it is. 

Art by Paulus-Designs

The artist captioned his drawing,

"Those men who built the bomb," asked a girl who survived Hiroshima. "What did they think would happen if they dropped it?"

Palestine, Syria, and many more. Killing spree and blood spill everywhere, and these are happening to them, daily. Day by day, through days and nights, numbers of bombs thrown to them like a small rocks, and kaboom they take away life of young kids and civilians. Found unarmed? Tortured without mercy. 

And that's not all. Some place elsewhere, people are discriminated, ostracized from society, because of indifferent, and nobody cares of how psychologically a person is affected by this. 

And when will this ends? 

Will there be a light of hope for this miserable grief-stricken news?

I always tell myself. Life ain't all sunshine or rainbows. But everyone deserves a peaceful life. I can't fight for them physically, but I will always keep them in my prayers. So do you, and that's the least we can do.

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