The Despotism

The Despotism

Times ominous
Abuses monstrous.

‘Mercy!’ She cried
Her tears; dried.
Blood-stained, petrified.

They ravished her modesty
Raped, end of humanity,
‘Four for each!’ Insanity!
Spewed bullets as calamity.

Refugee, in our own Motherland
Imploring for survival empty hand
Lost our identity, please understand
Raise your voices and reprimand,
Cursed by humanity; they stand.

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