In the street where the bomb went off

Walking in the street where the bomb went off
dead walking, dead walking
in the street where explosion left
smokes of despair and
ignited dust
apathy in ashes of stoic hearts
that inspire violent minds, and violent
ends holds history in its hands

Walking in the street where the bomb went off
dead walking, dead walking
in the street that buried hopeful tomorrows
in dizzy haze and
prompted a frantic gaze
crippled by fear, looking for the body
the familiar face, looking for the name
desperate for the name

The name of a son, the name of a daughter,
a mother, a brother
voices raw, voices unheard
voices paralyzed, voices blurred
Humanity, where art thou Humanity
the bomb holds us, holds our breaths until
the bomb goes off and shoots fire
down upon Humanity

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