Orlando Jo

1 Jul

My brain is being bombarded by death all around,
Voices are grieving and spirits are weeping,
the laughter is dying and mothers are crying, fathers spout hatred while Lovers are hiding, music is fading and sirens are blaring,
MPs are screaming and Muslims are praying Death to the Infidels!
Wet are the tears of my blood on your hands
Silenced is my shock if the world takes a stand.

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