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When You Walk, You Smell Death πŸ‡΅πŸ‡Έ

Dank field of lifeless bodies,
colored in blood and tears,
appeared to be insulting humanity,

The smell lingered around the surroundings,
engulfing this mysterious universe.

The battle field-serene, transparent,
painted in livid,
A cruel war is not the end of all revenge,
but loud mirth of all foe.

Some are running down the lane to fetch more arms,
Obscuring the peace with noise of
musket, rifles, bombs and weapons.

Oozing blood from million dead bodies
singing lullabies with a sour taste of grief
A bruised soul screams out loud for peace.
Scavengers flitting from bodies to bodies 
like a beast
swiftly, smoothly, horrifying; 
Aghast!
The war destroys the innocence of the universe,
injecting poison in the groups
Similar veins and blood,
creating a brittle wall of hate and disgust.

From millions of years
Chocking smoke of a wildly insane maze,
Achilles, Agamemnon, Odysseus and millions more
all suffocated by the thorny clutch of war
Still reeking of the world with stale horror.

Choices? 
We have choices that can change this gruesome milieu 
we have spells of humanity and good actions.

Let us make a bridge of generous thoughts
Filled with grace, reasons, and thoughts
Rekindling the love, friendship and kindness in the core of heart.

what a bright world it will be! 
A world without peevish hate,
Yoke with simper
Along with zephyr
flavour the universe with miraculous taste
Consisting kindness, love and grace. πŸ–‹️

Please keep Palestinians and oppressed in your prayers. πŸ‡΅πŸ‡Έ

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