Last Night Was The Worst Nightnare Poem by Chan Mongol

LAST NIGHT WAS THE WORST NIGHTMARE



Last night was the worst nightmare;

It was horrible with death and fear!

Bombs, guns, sword, scream, cry;

My best ones died and became fry!

Why horror, fight, quarrel and game?

Naming for right causes for leader's name!

That never brought peace and fame;

For humanity, it's the everlasting shame!

Can a human be the danger or the devil?

Can a human be the almighty evil?

Can a human use germs, bullets and fire?

To end a race, a tribe a human empire!

Stop the leader, the president or the king!

Stop him who plots from a demonic ring;

And robbng victim's belonging!

Why make false cases to kill the other;

A sister! A mother! A son! A father!

Last night was the worst nightmare;

It was horrible with death and fear!

Bombs, guns, screams, outcry;

My best ones died and became fry!

Last night, they shot children;

All frightened and quickly ran!

Little guys were too little to fight;

They got caught in the military's sight!

Shower of bullets, shower of grenades;

Deadly toys used from military raids.

From Air force, Navy and Artillery;

Circled us with bullets, missiles by infantry!

There was no place to hide;

There was no rescue, no ride!

Bombing and shooting with pride;

Patriots did unconventional genocide!

They shot and killed my old man;

He was a peaceful, special civilian!

He cared for us and opposed killing and fight;

But a bullet pierced his heart in that night!

Last night, they shot children;

All were frightened and tried to run quicken!

But little guys were too little to fight;

They got caught by the military's sight!



by Chan Mongol