They choke;scream,wrestle blind in blanket smoke
They shriek;sob,ghastly groans echo a helpless torment
Ghostly howls pierce putrid holes in dusted debris
Shock slices silent through shimmering haze of heat
Carcasses stripped of humanity,souls spewed on the street
Scorched skin scrapes from serrated bone
Balls of blood burst upon unforgiving stone
Juice of slaughtered flesh dripping down the drain
As they drink the Devil's cocktail,a septic mix of pain
A steaming molten mass of defecated bodies
Staggering,floundering,drunk at Hell's own party


The bomb blast buries the lives of twenty-nine
Denies the right to life for two unborn
Pushes an eternal cloud through time;that grows
A tumour on the hearts of those left behind


You are a facist,antique tyranny-and for what?
The open wound of ancestral hatred;belongs to your dead
You feed us a pathetic fable of the fight for freedom
But carnage,desolation,hypocrisy;are the only tales you tell
If only I could rip the throat from your violent politic
Yet I will never stoop to your vile and filth
Futility escapes with an absurd sanity
In the asylum;you are God's Chosen Few
So I pray to your God,may you meet with your Nemesis
And justice be served when She is done