Red Monday................

Monday morning is not quite blue today,
For its been all red since Saturday.
Human faith is in complete tatters,
To live, and not explode, is all that matters.

As khaki covers the cityscape,
I just don’t have a way to escape.
I must work, I must live
I must create a world – make believe,
Where the city shows great spirit,
To hell with the spirit, its our new habit.

Everytime a bomb goes off,
We engage in this grand show off.
Where we dare to live our lives again,
Claim ‘their’ efforts have gone in vain.

But do we have a second path?
How do we stop this bloodbath?
We are none but helpless creeps,
We carry on as our heart weeps.

We have survived another day,
But what when the next one comes our way?
We might escape yet again,
But with such a life, what do we gain?

Violence breeds in angry minds,
Another victim terror finds.
We must end this vicious turn,
And never let this nation burn.

But an end to it is not in sight,
Just waiting for the holy light.
Till comes the next dance of death,
Lets hold our lives with abated breath.