wardha jawdat - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! when it rings 'blood'! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

And again and again, <br />I weep. <br /> <br />Each time the shock stales, <br />Replaced by a sick hollowness, <br />Borne of spent rage where... <br />End is none <br />... <br />They tell me this time <br />Its worse; <br />Much worse than ever before, <br />And all i say is: <br />Worse? Because the brickwork <br />Was more valuable? or worse <br />Because, the white of skin, <br />The ones, ordained to be the <br />Undead, or avenged in multiples of twenty <br />If ever, LORD FORBID, dispensed, <br />Were harmed in pair! ! <br />Oh lord lets all despair! ! <br />As did the gunpowder send, <br />Arms <br />And legs a flying, <br />So shall, <br />The powers that be, <br />Send parts <br />Of this nation <br />A begging... <br /> <br /> <br />Alone, alone, <br />All all alone, <br />Shall we all be.... <br />.........In bits and parts..... <br />Till WWIII ! ! ! <br /> <br /> <br />for my poor bleeding land..pakistan<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-it-rings-blood/