My Literature, Poetry



Crystal clear blue sky

But the days are darkest

Lights are blocked

Everywhere from the burning smoke

Because of many guns

Authorised by the state


Shape of vampires

Quickly designed by moving smoke

Keep changing the shapes

Sometimes horror and flashy animal


An innocent baby scare and ask

Where to be safe;

‘Vampires are coming!’

Her General dad replied-

You are being safe

As guns are firing,

To destroy them all!


Baby keep asking-

Aren’t any generals pointing us!?


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