Streams of Thoughts 9 (Beauty of War)

Picture from Facebook.

The smell of gun powder and spilled blood fill the air
Footprints deep in the sand
A man nurses a baby beside the body of a motionless mom
The baby cries, the man cries too

A car on fire besides a story building that has fire on the roof
Skeleton bones on the window hanged by the curtains
Like a hunged Persian criminal.
A naked widow digging her grave

Her family lay there lifeless bullet wounds on their bodies
A child with catarrh running down her injured face
Still trying to wake her mummy who has her legs in the gutter and her body lifeless legless used condoms still fussed into her

mouth, an elderly man beside his wheelchair
his house beside him still burning smokes atmosphere
A child on the ground hungry with a broken leg,
Her neck feeding blood to the sand

Her eyes almost shut staring at who ever is passing
like she is asking for help and she knows she will die
A mum holds her dead husband with a baby on her back as their dog bark,with his tail behind his ass

Bullets on the floor, fuel gallons and used lighters
Marijuana stinks from each handle.
A man puts a shot gun in his mouth and kills himself
As he falls on his dead wife, this is the beauty of war

Original work by @lovestories
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