Last night, I woke up again
in the middle of a dream,
where I was in the crowd
seeing them run, cry and scream
Yet another attack on innocent people
who don't even know,
whose game it is, whose war on whom
whose terror and whose show
They worked hard with sweat
for the whole long day,
Reaching back to Sweet Homes
without a minute of delay
Somewhere someone had been waiting
whole day long, for them
None of them had any idea that
their loved ones will never be seen again
One by one they blew up & apart
in the storm of fire,
It burnt them all alive, leaving scars on those who lived
Can terror be someone's desire???
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