And this was pen down while I was waiting for the time for my History paper to end. Sorry to my History teacher. I finished my objective paper in half the time given to us and spent the other half writing my spontaneous muse.

Red Flag

I stood in the middle of nowhere
As the scenes before me
Took place in a horrid blur

There were screamings
Not of joy
But of pain

There were tears
Not to cherish
But to mourn

There were blood
Which signifies nothing
But misery

And the stench of fear
Veils the land
Once was green
Now red

And I remained still
As a boy fell
A bullet in his head
His eyes were cold
"Why?"
It had ask
Just before I saw an angel
Stretched its hand to him

And I stiffened
"I don't know,"
Came my answer
Hoarse and empty

So today I stand here
And ask
Why the innocents suffer?
The poor gets poorer?
The rich gets richer?
As the cries of war
Thunders the land we call 'home'.

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