A bomb blast here, a bomb blast there
A gunshot piercing through the air
People drowned in hopeless fear,
Life equals a horrible nightmare.

Innocent bodies turn to ashes,
As the the bomb on the ground dashes
Deaths of children in insensible clashes
Leaving unto souls incurable rashes.

What has happened to the schemes of unity?
The security of a life, its sanctity.?
The promise of each individual's safety,
Where is the UNO's UNESCO's so called ability?

The results of this war, is horrible, Sure.
A gash on my heart, with no immediate cure.
Every time a place violence endures,
As The sight of blood their sight allures.

What is it, that they taste in the blood of innocents?
Why do they break hearts, in ways it cannot mend.?
But the reward of martyrs has no end,
As clothed in holy blood, to their lord they are sent.

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(Blank)

I wonder if those people even have hearts?/
What do you think?