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Lost Glory

They rejoiced
Killing many, and
Leaving others lame
With guns held high in air
They shouted loud
All praise in His name

With trembling legs
And fiery eyes
I walked down the road
All worried only about self
No one really cared
About the blood that flowed

Those cries still scare
The gun shots still haunt
Unity disrupted, peace torn
Lost is the glory
Which this land
Once used to adorn

With a blank mind
I stood,
Staring into the infinity
Struck between the differences
Of what is sacred
And what is unholy

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Anonymous said…
This is amazingly brilliant
06 January, 2010
Anonymous said…
Excellent reference and good interpretation of what is happening to our once glorious planet of humans.
06 January, 2010
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