Wednesday, April 4, 2012


Almost every door is plagued,
We raise them like flowers
Their brain had been choked
Children sat as though petrified
Eyes are virtually closed
They said it is a child disease
Wandering, they wandered as robots under control
Some fell into water, others fell into fire
Mothers weep and wails within
Helplessly they travail waiting for a miracle
Death had always come suddenly,
Is it spiritual or yet another physical one they implored
Know-it-all said it is an epileptic syndrome
Indeed a plague had fallen the land they affirmed.

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