And Who Is NoT A Killer

A thousand tanks
Releasing bullets
From the terrace
Of his head
Sky turning smoky
Earth painted with blood stains

And who is not a killer?

Yesterday umpteen colourful gowns
Now the white thin sheets
Hanging lifeless breathing bodies
To dictionaries of human languages
‘Peace’ is just a word

And who is not a killer?

In Spring
Trees seen
With pale leaves
With withered skins
With grey wrinkles
Chronicling the plight
Of the land
Swallowed by power-greed©jeyforyou

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