Terror Reigns
Oh, I see,
the color red,
Oh, I hear,
the children cry,
Oh, I close,
my mind from all,
to get myself through the night.
Oh, I dream,
for a better day,
Oh, I hope,
for a better life,
Oh, I wake,
to only find,
my hopes and dreams all destroyed.
Oh, I try,
to gain the strength,
Oh, I resolve,
my will to steel,
Oh, I force,
the lump back in,
but it returns; amplified.
Oh, I sigh,
when I hear them cry,
Oh, I cry,
when I see them die,
Oh, I die,
when I see the blood
on my streets running dry.
the color red,
Oh, I hear,
the children cry,
Oh, I close,
my mind from all,
to get myself through the night.
Oh, I dream,
for a better day,
Oh, I hope,
for a better life,
Oh, I wake,
to only find,
my hopes and dreams all destroyed.
Oh, I try,
to gain the strength,
Oh, I resolve,
my will to steel,
Oh, I force,
the lump back in,
but it returns; amplified.
Oh, I sigh,
when I hear them cry,
Oh, I cry,
when I see them die,
Oh, I die,
when I see the blood
on my streets running dry.
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Witnessing the terrorism in my country, I wrote it late at night, after the Peshawar incident. Those lives will never be compensated for but we can only pray for the little souls that were martyred. Indeed, the smallest coffins are the heaviest.