Violent Hearts

The screams in the valley,
People dying,bleeding,suffering,
The tears in the alley,
The walking dead screaming.

The quiet child lies still,
His cradle burning slowly,
The faint shrill 
Mother's eyes close slowly.

Smoke and fire run the streets,
Splinters settle on the bridges,
Soot stained walls and bloody sheets,
Death waits on the ledges.

Endless cycle of violence
Blinds the world
A battle of tolerance
or fatality foretold?

Hold one hold all,
caress them to sleep,
The violent heart still beats,
Forgiving eyes still weep.

Gyanban Thoughts : Very sad to hear about the Paris attacks. Sometimes, injustice needs instant justice.