HOPE

hope is a poem about seeing the glass half filled. it is few lines scribbled to look at the brighter side in this chaos.

A day will come

when streets wont be wounded,

will hear no shrill

no corpse will be shrouded

A man seems hidden 

beyond this wall

a caravan is slithering

you can see them all

flesh is eaten 

and bones are chewed

eagles are hovering

dogs are queued

a day will come

when streams flow clear

no blood stained boots

no body of peer