When the rage <br />will not find an exit. <br />Would you come to <br />share my grief? <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />We left our bones, <br />our souls behind; <br />to remind the word; <br />it was a booby-trap. <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />There was a gun debate <br />all the times. To kill <br />or not to kill the <br />fantasies in infancy.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catching-fire-3/
