Tuesday, December 16, 2014.
Black Day.
A day Pakistan can't forget.
A day the Ummah should never forget.
A day the world should remember.
Innocent children massacred and slaughtered.
Blood splattered classrooms.
Gunshots,
Shrieks of fear and terror.
Uniforms covered in blood.
Vacant stares of children who are no more.
Tears and cries of grieving parents.
What was their crime?
What did they do to deserve such brutality?
No justification.
No justice.
More than 100 lives of children taken.
No words will ever be enough.
Nothing can ease the pain.
Parents and families will never forget this day.
The world will move on and forget;
But the pain, the memory
It will remain for those who lost on this day.
What has our Ummah come to?
How have we stooped so low?
Black Day.
A name well deserved.
How can there be anything but darkness?
In a world that has taken the lives of innocent children...
There is nothing but the darkness.
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PoetryRating: G A collection of poetry written from real life experience. ©Sharifah Zaid AlHadhrami, 2013 Cover: Zammurad
