Aldamayo Panjaitan - Guns & Cries

Napalms are flying like dragons
the fire of incomprehensible murder
Death is closing by
a click away

rattles of guns
shakes of the magazines
ferocious killings on the neighborhood
drenched by a baby's weep

the lost and the homeless
the restless and the lunatics
cried in a manic fashion
for the beast has come

flame on its turrets
blood on its wheels
evident, it has killed many
innocent, manipulated spirits

thunderous rampage as it goes by
the childrens watch in horror
as the Beast sends many to their Gods.
an explosion. another cry.

a childish game
played with manly rules and worldly greed
and then one day
there will be no more weeps

we have come to an end.

Aldamayo Panjaitan

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