More shots fired,
bang! bang!
Another mug
overflowed with
blood, blood. Blood
from veins of the
innocents. Veins
pulsing, asking,
why oh why,
again? Till when,
oh please, till
when? Who
turned on the
faucet of this
intoxicating hate?
How many
pills of love, should
the orphaned
earth take to end
this bloody hangover?
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Author’s Note: The prompt today was about “drinking”. And because I don’t drink (alcoholic drinks, or even wines, never had, never will :D), these lines leaked just like that.
For the lives ended by war, violence, depression, hate, this is my futile attempt to write an elegy for you.
Guns don’t kill people. People kill people. It’s one sad truth we witness every single day.
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