Adjournment

My heart is blistering, blistering, blistering
With hot blood like the souls in warfields
Their families left behind crying and weeping
Like beaten children abused by their dads

'Papa beat and whipped me; when
He looked like a soldier with a gun
Didn't know, going to point at me'
Domestic conflicts on a war spree

'I crawled like a baby on knees
Through thorny bushes for success
Melted like a burning candle in warfields'
Decreed battling verve between countries

My heart is blistering, blistering, blistering
With hottest blood; Such filth still occuring.
Leach like are they; Sucking others' blood
Quarrels seem not to end

Are'nt there real rulers?
Reigning to treasure humane justice
Scared! will judgement for ever be adjourned?

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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