The peace a myth
In a forgotten land
Captured in a tunnel
In an underworld terrain
Assaulted, tortured
Heaped into darkness
Ruthlessly abducted
In the claws of vultures
To be used as a tool
By those who rule
Pine for escape,
For happiness, for freedon
Identity lost
Brutality hails
Cry in pain
Insanity prevails
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The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
