More tears rolled down her dimpled cheek, <br />The tears rolled fast and slipped down her face; <br />Oh! She had cried for days together; <br />Her son had died. <br /> <br />And another stood still beside the carcass of her brother; <br />Shouting hard, screaming hard, to ask God what his fault was. <br />But they were the lucky ones, they say <br />For many had lost their dead; <br />And could not find the corpse. <br />Yes many had died, in the gruesome blasts; <br />That hit the Shanghai of India,6 years down the 21st century. <br /> <br />The blood stains of the unfortunate have left <br />An indelible mark on the pages of the modern world. <br />For these are the stains that would keep us awake; <br />To bring to justice, <br />Those irretrievable lives. <br /> <br />Man kills man. <br />Better than us are the cannibals; <br />For they have been made so by Mother Nature. <br />But we are the ones who slaughter our race. <br />And have been made so by our own cruel nature. <br /> <br />God now cries to see the present man; <br />For he had not made the man who thought he was “He”. <br /> <br /> <br /> Swapan <br /><br />Swapan Deep Singh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-mankind-suffers/
