buildings goes tumbling,children crying.
a kid, whose heart is pumping, hiding
behind a wall. all he has, is prayers and god behind his back.
massacres,arent your people.
but god's.
you dont stick your hand out to pray.
gather,
but instead you stick your hand on those revolvers and grenades.
nothing compared to.
insignificance of the people.
shedding tears.
their verbs need not be long.
we are supporting them,indirectly.
give a thought.
you will suffer when they decipher, silently,
spiritually on an alternative of revenge.
i point to the sky, and i pray for those who are suffering.
there's only one up there!
i close my eyes, and pretend that all these arent happening.
i point to the sky.
dear god.
