the beautiful iron bird
switching jeers,
awaiting their decent
into warm hands
of family and friends
smoke, fire, noise
was next
over seven scores bodies
burning before us
we couldnt save,
we shared gory tales
the young girl,
that old man
that was my neighbour
all sank
in one soiled night
our loved ones depart
drilling a wide abyss in the heart
Assured us a pleasant return
Now they've sent thousands mourn
Where are the effervescent guys we see?
The men who settle the fees?
They are harbouring the bossom of the dead
Where
Only the calm can tread
My country is dark
Our people pained
What have we done?
Where have we failed?
Who except God our voices raise
Deliver us from daily plagues
Yes, people die everyday
Not this we pray
Let the old die well
The young grow in age
We've stopped weeping
Through with sleepless nights and rolling
Over between us & overdose barbiturates
We've managed to extricate
It is well with my country!
May their souls find repose...
May the Lord comfort their families&give them fortitude to bear these irreplaceable losses! Amen!
I love dis even in d view of its plot of tragedy.
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