I Am In A State Of Trauma
They -the young boys -decided -
to rise and rebel,
They all became martyrs together -
The young boys who took up the gun!
The onslaught that followed changed everything,
Some were dead, some surrendered,
Some became collaborators, some stood firm,
Those who talked of freedom in beds,
Their beds also creaked and crashed,
It was not a surprise, they won't spare any,
Not even their collaborators, and informers!
Look through the window of your dilapidated house,
Houses ablaze, the crushed cars, and the brutal slaughter,
Traumatised people pulling out,
The dead bodies out of the debris of charred houses,
Covering them with blankets soaked with blood.
Mykoul
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oh! It's terrific condition there. Human still lives not in the true sense of humanity. The child, the youth our bright future but all are taught by misinterpretation of realign scriptures……oh! It's very terrific and grim state and threat for the worldwide peace