I Still Remember

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Who would ever forget the cruelty of history?

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Submitted: March 27, 2017




A memory, evil from every corner


Penetrating my eyes, so painful


Stiffen my nerves, so horrible.


I still remember.



Deep down here in my bleak heart,


Incarcerates a monotonous desolation


Creeping, creeping and bellowing distinctly.


I still remember.



The crushing echoes of pains,


The cracked lips being sealed,


Brings no good to the poor but cruel.


I still remember.



Tingling to behold and gaze,


As the sun punishes the young,


Working, training like a cow plowing,


I still remember.



For moral converts into immoral,


Women and even maiden,


Controlling like a puppet for prostitution.


I still remember.



Jobless and helpless the students are,


Like a barefoot wandering on fire.


No direction, reason but frustration.


I still remember.



The ruthless torturing of people,


And of the innocent infants, so vicious,


The voracious lion-liked minds that exist,


I still remember.



The limitations slither over me,


The rights and fairness have run away,


Reserving me no more room than the universe,


I still remember.



Time spins; praying to gods and goddesses,


Craving for peace amidst mourning,


The silhouettes fading of wars defeated.


I still remember.



Where civilization lies and grows,


Nastiness breeds in forlorn streets.


And an unfit hollow awaits the coffin to fill.


Saving hand, free me from the cell where I belong.


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