Scar Poem by Hanan Muzafar

One man's possession,
and another man's dream
Starvation says
'We have enough to pay the cost',
and the devil calls for a shot
There you go,
Hitting your hammer hard,
In this paradox,
even love behaves false.

Inmates exchanging letters,
Iron bars to keep them inside,
and there's a dog mourning for a drunkard
Did you heard
'He's gone, vanished without a form'
Making his way,
Through woods and streets across,
Some choose to go slant,
and failed lovers will rip it apart.

There are perspectives and judgements,
and they take part in mocking shows,
To create suspects,
with no purpose;
How far you can run,
for denial and ignorance,
when it has just begun:
In the direction of sun,
A burst out of gun.

The killing spree going on,
This too shall pass,
then another season awaits,
To slay the cause,
then next,
It keeps going on,
Till it's path ruptures apart:
As barbarity has downfall,
and violence carves its scar.