When Terror Strikes | Leena Rose

Little souls that fluttered by,

Little hearts that shuddered and ceased,

What price you paid,

For no sin of yours!

Who stained your play-ground red?

Who ripped your veins in sleep?

Who charred your tender frame

And shattered your million dreams?

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Pounds of flesh you scoop,

For the crime of yester-years;

How much more you’ll need

To balance their deeds?!

Was this done for your fathers?

Your fathers watch in pain,

What their sons do in vain ;

To establish an empire,

You turned to a vampire!

Was this done for your children?

Your children step back, at the smell of blood,

Your holy waters could’ nt erase.

In the silence of the night, fear engulfs,

For they know the rule,

‘Blood seeks Blood’.

Was this done for your God?

Didn’t He make in detail, for Him to reside,

What you just destroyed;

More intricate were they

Than the temples, for Him you made.

Was this done for you?

When dawn breaks, you laugh in mirth and glee,

When dusk falls, you sob for sleep and peace,

Leaving a living corpse,

Next to whom you killed.

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What pleasure lies amidst the screams?!

If you can’t walk hand in hand,

Split your path than slit their throat;

If you can’t stay side by side

Make walls, as high as heavens,

For Peace to reside on either side.

For, each time that Terror strikes

It’ s seed is sown in innocent minds.

Retaliations are like reflections

When a mirror faces another.