THE STORIES UNTOLD

Days are coming Days of immense unfathomable darkness Days when sons of men Irascible and with ire Shall pride in death Days when men of valour Shall inhumanely  Kill for fame I see days ahead Days when blood Shall be graffiti on the streets And skulls  Shall be rulers' sceptres I see days ahead Days when kings  In their majesty Shall with disdain Trample on their people I see days ahead Days when tranquil Shall know no home And anarchy Shall reign supreme But farther ahead I see days of hope Days when roses  Shall blossom among thorns And peace Shall be restored. @ oiraqaleb esq.

When roses were red And the violets purple Life was all bloom Ecstasy was at its zenith And tranquil was vast. When the sky was blue With light clouds beneath The land was green Strewn with budding leaves And flowers of their kind But now the roses are variegated And the once bright sun Is but a dying ember The sky is dark And the light clouds;gone The good life The grins and ecstasy The green land And the budding leaves Are now but shadows of the past There is no serenity No tranquility Only dark smog And clashing machetes Only war and mayhem @ oiraqaleb esq.