Tangled Treasures

T W E N T Y

#PrayForPeshawar

 Not long ago he lay in a Moses basket

Today he lies still in a casket

The remnants of their existence scattered around

Their possessions piled into a mound

The sound of their footsteps lingers

Blood trickles down their innocent fingers

The warm fingertips that once stroked their mothers face

Now cold and limp, in a wooden case

The cacophony of gunshots ring in their ears

The family cries though no one hears              

They where Children! Innocent souls

Which rotten heart lost control?

Their laughter has been silenced

As a result of such cruel violence

Her eyes filled with tears as the gunman came near

She shook ferociously purely from fear

He held the gun up at her, emotionless, unfazed

She shrieked and pleaded, her eyes glazed

He shook his head and stood tall, bigger

Alas, without a word he pulled the trigger

Blood seeped through her emerald jumper

Her eyes rolled back like in a deep slumber

Her brother ran over and placed a hand on her heart

‘I love you sister, we’ll never depart’

Before he could stand the man shot a bullet through his head

Brother and sister, side by side...dead...

One by one the cries had ceased

All around there’s children, deceased

How can a heart hold so much evil?

To partake in such a gruesome upheaval

My mind cannot fathom such an attack

They went to school and never came back....

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#PeshawarAttack

Assalaamu Alaikum,

I think a poem is long overdue so I though I'd post this, the attack in Peshawar really hit me hard because the children that was killed were many and it hurt to know that people could have it in them to do this...but Alas, what's done is done and all we can do as Muslims is make Du'a for them sincerely and for their families.

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