Bringing History To The Limelight

In no small abundance  

 Their history has much bloodshed and massacre

 To hail to the whole world

 As their unfailing achievement

 

 More than thousands and thousands of lives

 Was their thirst for power   

 That saw mere nothingness

 The pages of its blood-inscribed chronicle

 Countless in numbers with accounts on

 Sinister eyesores

 Bombs, guns, shells, bullets and all other explosives

 Synthetic man-eaters

 Not leaving even the infants

 

 Once the bodies blasted into tiny flesh pieces,

 The blood sprayed upwards and

 Mingled into a pool on which the fragments of flesh

 Swam around in search of renascence  

 

 They saw blood steeped flesh cords

 Hanging out of newly committed wounds

 On their own bodies

 A few minutes before the irrevocable destiny

 

 Foul smelling pale corpses like a carcass

 Mounded on streets, pavements, schools, and

 Playgrounds like rotting stagnant fish

 In abattoirs, coils, and coils of barbed iron wires

 Tightened round their bodies

 While trails of blood poured down

 

 The dead if possible would make a ladder of themselves

 And descend down from heaven

 Into the earth to unveil the torture

 They underwent

 That sounds inexplicable in words

 

 The chunk of hideous hostilities,

 Maybe you yearn to forget

 Yet there surfaces a difficulty

 For the fright has entered into your bloodstream

 And runs perennially throughout the body

 If the dead history

 Just simply evaporates from your memory,

 The utter unawareness may lead to

 A smouldering of the past scars

 So let its memory pass

 From generation to generation

 Even to the posterity

 Don't let this sleeping dog lie

 For at this point ignorance is not bliss

 And may result in

 Unpredictable, tremendous jeopardy