Eulogy Of Weary Hearts On A Murder Poem by Mr. M Jamal

Why we have to think so much
Allured by moment of torturing touch

Occasions forcing us into thought drive
Imprisoned for all eternity to strive

Is this a shameful conspiracy?
Designed by merciless hands mimicry

We can't share this shacking toil
On souls fouled by corrupt soils

Where venture into journey for truth
Tarnished by sombre memories brute

Tragedy that comes on unfortunate circumstance
Helpless we feel in our stances

Writing a demise is one story
Unimaginable is to witness another gory