“May the tongues that hold you praise be cut from their roots.” ~ Hikari Lady
They used to walk innocently this earth
holding their humble hopes
in the pockets of their cloths.
Asking God to give them nay but health
& love.
Humming songs of their mountains.
Dreaming of a pure tomorrow that held
no hurt.
Their sheep and cows
danced with them as they celebrated life;
the one they had… but
no longer will.
As rain from unknown sources fell
upon their sleeping faces,
promising them eternal slumber;
painful wounds caressed their
flesh.
Roses of little children seeing no light of day again.
The sky cried trying to cease their pain…
but
all in vain…
Blood oozing from eyes so pure
Lips pleading for God to stop their hurt…
The powder fell and it danced
on the air between their lungs…
The morning closed its eyes
as 180000 persons
Did with it
Rest in peace... my people
(C) Noor 1/8/2009


This picture says it all, it may be graphic but in this heartless world much is cruel and graphic. 






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