IronyIn midst of the ruins of a cityTrying to put the scattered pieces together To make innocence breathe again But a gust of hatred, Brings the city to ruins again. When terror strikes With no distinguished name. The anguish in the eyes, Reflects the hatred we have sown. Shrieks and cries of anguish replace peace. Passing by time just increases fear. Tarnished images, jeopardized beliefs. When death comes through creators' name. Biggest irony of life, Lies in front of you... |