i was sweaty…the night was hot…air was sandy, misty …yet they fought
the night was young…when i heard it first…an angel screaming with agony…as the bullets cut him in half… another victim of hatred and politics… it started pouring… blood kept spilling on the streets… sucked out , dismembered bodies kept piling up… the sky kept crying… roaring and screaming … they kept firing , fighting… cutting… and killing.
another piece of Gamma poetry… 
:k:
Gamma, sad but nice poetry :)
sheer poetry hence ----->moved to poetry
did i write this :) ... revived!
very nice piece gammay :k: