The Men Behind The SceneA Poem by Terrence Chang
The evanescence of red mist
The aftermath of the ashes Entombed of the corpses The infant's innocence Who plays in this pool The pool of his kinship blood Burnt potassium nitrate and sulphur Incinerating our breathing figure The code of snuff in each fire No hero comes. No hero goes Who else is to be snuffed Who else will meet its end The men behind the scene Who cares for none As the undertaking has to be done The people who call themselves as mercenaries Tucks his gun and take the money upfront Now the men behind the scene Who brought the war and senseless means Start his illusions and brings out his fantasy As the kid sees that he is deprived Comes forward to be his eternal slave "Come forward my child, come forward Come straightforward to my fingers So that I can crush you with my python grip Diminishing you with my cruel biddings As your pleasure will not be a happy ending" © 2015 Terrence ChangAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTerrence ChangMumbai, Maharashtra , IndiaAboutMy aim is to be a novel writer and a screen writer. And I try to hone my skills through writing poetry. Everything I did as a writer is all self thought. And I feel that it is time for me to step up t.. more..Writing
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