Stop the War

Death walking through the streets,

With only rubble under its feet,

The roads are painted red,

And every corner is dead,

The air is putrid with smoke,

Even birds are beginning to choke,

What once was a spot of life,

Is blotted and ill defined.

The eyes are lined with black,

But ‘tis not kohl but char,

The night is falling but,

No one’s out to see the stars,

Stop! Stop! Please stop the war!

In the heat of the fire,

For someone’s ill desire,

Children can no longer play,

Their eyes are drying away,

Men and women alike,

Waiting for end of life,

Watching their houses crumble,

On their dead ones they stumble.

Can’t they listen to cries?

As the reaper keeps on to rise,

Will the night ever end?

Will there ever be a sunrise?

The night is counting dead,

Unblinking eyes staring at stars,

Stop! Stop! Please stop this war!

Fear

Fear,

In the darkest of nights,

In the creepiest corners,

In the old webbed house,

It comes to warn us.

Fear,

In the meow of the cats

In the howl of the dogs,

In that lonely flying bat,

It makes the blood clog.

Fear,

On the night of full moon,

Or when it rains in night,

With every flashing bolt,

It gives the heart a fright.

Fear,

With every jar that breaks,

Or when the phone rings in dark,

When the wind knocks on door,

When the lights on ceiling spark.

Fear,

When an owl on the tree hoots,

When in night the horses whine,

When the shadows seem to move,

It sends a chill down the spine.

Fear,

With every slamming door,

With every creak of stairs,

It can make the heart stop,

It is known as fear.

Fear,

When it comes to stalk,

It can even kill a beast,

It eats you from within,

It can poison every feast,

No god, no angel,

Can save from its curse,

It’s the master of death,

It goes from bad to worse,

With every frightened sun,

With every threatening moon,

It gnaws in and evolves,
It will kill you all soon.