What a heavy knock on the door
But the sky was dark
And the cloud was heavy
Is it gonna rain?
The thunder strikes again
But then, it was a gunshot
Who owns the gun?
But a man owns the death already
And the blood was hot
Could forgiveness live?
When my love killed my god
He was a brother I couldn't trade
But for love can I?
I'm death thinking already.
I guess you were able to understand the picture/story in the above poetry work? It's more of imagination but the questions actually lives and I couldn't help much but to ask and in recent times, I wanna know what you guys think. Thank you all.
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