Mud And War Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Mud And War

Rating: 4.8


Here we stuck in the mud
Which they are planted
In the sidewalks,
We stuck in what
We carry on our backs
from fear,
The smell of war,
Fire smoke,
The rattle of hatred
And our Creeping shadows
on the asphalt roads!
;
Here we stuck in:
They made from death..
A soup..! !
It's only our meal..!

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