silenced from the sight of bloodshed
blasting bombs, the sound of the guns
screaming people running for their lives
houses on fire, broken, wounded
loosing the strength, the buildings falling
silenced from the wounds of the city
the city of war, dying a swift death
thousands dead, lying on the roads
and those who survived
turning to become zombies
starting a journey slow & gruesome
for them nothing remained
but to live their lives in utter agony
silenced, never saying a word
asking thmeselves, why didn’t they also die
why a few of them had survived
survived, to live their death
every coming moment of their lives
Powerful
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Thanks Manuel
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My pleasure my beautiful friend
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Powerfully topical
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Thanks Derrick
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Awesome
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Thanks Shane..
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I love your poetic take on zombie-fication. What a horrible fate. Beautifully written.
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Thanks a lot Sharon.. the cruel reality of the war survivors must be making them nothing more than zombies.. so sad. Sigh!!
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😦
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War has never been beneficial for any party. That is why all religious institution advocates for peace and love.
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Turning the survivors to zombies..
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Yeah this rest less world is full of intelligent zoombies and robots
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🙂
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😊😊😊
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Very powerful my love
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Thanks Dear Morgan
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I love the idea behind:)
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Thanks a lot
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