It's not all the about death
It's the Injustice
It's the denied justice
That it comes with
The memories past yet present
Stuck in our hearts
Resides in our paths
Sticking around like they were sent
Burning cold tears
Steaming freezed smokes
Drenched by sad jokes
Mixture of laughter and fears
Unjustifiable vivid injustice
None to bring them back
None to have our lacks
None to provide us with justice
We cry no more for justice
Maybe what we seek
Is for you to take a common peek
We need no chastise
Bring to us peace and not war
Tranquility and not chaos
Living beings and not corps
Taking Stench of death so far
©bp.
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