Smoke everywhere, Tyranny prevails.
Children die as their mother wails.
Bombs, Guns, Terrorism win,
The voices once heard now go dim.
Tears, Blood and Bodies colour the ground,
Despair and disappointment cover the crowd.
The line between life and death,
Looks closer than ever,
Racist slurs and awry viruses,
Are ruining us forever.
She looks on as her children die,
Killed and destroyed by greed,
She looks on with a hopeful eye,
To bring about peace.
The leaders say-“ We will act.”,
Yet gun control still doesn’t exist.
Many say we will help,
But post on Facebook instead.
Paris, Manchester and many other have turned into terrorist’s prey
And Syria into Russia’s playground.
No Sign of Hope or Love or Peace,
Just death, death, death.