At the gate of a hospital
Near the bus six shot down.
At the
market a mother,
The victim of the fake encounter
Lying near the
crying child.
Petals fall off
never ending
Next by next one
by one
Group by group from
the
Small democratic flower.
Causes of her hunger strike
Unto death aiming greatly
And hopefully from this world;
It is Charming Human Beauty
Without the darkest arms forces.
Life is changeable by time's winkle.
It might be failed or success.
Not related at another logical view.
It is Universal Humanist Purity.
It is an index of something fake.
It is fact: it runs times practically:
Scans its infinite surroundings
And reacts all things to make peace
By respecting the value of civilian lives.
And reacts all things to make peace
By respecting the value of civilian lives.
Ibomcha k
Inner Voice
Reviewed by Multi-Moon lights
on
June 10, 2019
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