Rivers Of Blood Poem by spiritual seeker

It's flowing again,
This rivers of blood,
Bright red with dirt and mud,
Now overflowing its banks.

It's source from slaughtered infants, children and women,
Helpless civilians...
murdered by the raining bombs,
from aeroplanes, thunderous howitzers and blazing tanks,
screaming! ...nowhere to run, nowhere to escape,
These merciless slaughter, from an evil state.

They watch and cheer from a distance,
Their murderous fireworks days and nights.
Sipping cold champagne and beers,
While the brave and martyrs struggled and fight,
and the weakest prayed in trembling fright.

Illusion of peace, abscence of justice…
The silenced and heartless world must again watch,
This rivers of blood that flows again and again,
In the land of prophets,
tonight!