as you are, of mother’s harshest of truths,
world’s shocked eyes on these cruel sights,
pain, even time, is detained to soothe.
Mother’s uncharted heart, whose dark rhythm,
caters to death’s dreaded but imminent dance,
a break on the victimized mortal’s freedom,
and silent turns life’s hope-tuned cadence.
Submerged houses and burning industrial structures,
preceding phase of which have sufficed with living
to all you humble souls, unfairly now you suffer,
and to the lost souls we are all grieving.
Industrial spillage and ensuing alarm,
a gruesome reminder of a war torn phase,
may all hands join and keep you unharmed,
with hopes that this war, may no life have to face.
Mother’s rage the children has to confront,
caring minds and helping hands are our power
to their brother’s woes nations will step forth
to cleanse it out of this storm-hit bower.
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| i wonder if they can see usa down there. |
blandishment
\ BLAN-dish-muhnt \ , noun;1.
Speech or action that flatters and tends to coax, entice, or persuade; allurement -- often used in the plural.
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