Of rage and pity
Resonating from my
War-torn soul?
It bellows deeply
And pathetically,
Looking for ears to hear it's groan.
The pain it reveals,
Touches the tip of the pain's iceberg,
Such pain cannot be expressed in any form;
It courses through my veins
Like an African rebel,
Killing everything in sight
For the sheer joy of it,
Rotting,
Aching,
Deceiving,
The scream, it howls at the scent of blood,
It is all I hear,
It's echo forever vibrating
Throughout my arteries;
Not a moment of quiet is permitted,
I am a slave to the scream.
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