Ghastly Spectacle



In this all encompassing darkness
Hope turns to despair
Not a single ray of light gleams
Deafening silence pervades…



Only wolves are heard
Mourning death
But of whom…?



O father!
Protect me
For I cannot bear
This sullen, sickening air
Stinking!!!
With the pungency of rotting flesh
Of humanity.



I see headless zombies
Stamp bullet ridden chests
Amid pools of blood
Leaving a gory trail…



No father! No!
I dare not look beyond
For this ‘Ghastly Spectacle’
Blurs my vision!

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