By Sodamade Bushrah

I live in a country of peace,
where every unease comes with ease
and every good comes
with the ascension of gloom.

I live in a place
where we feed on flesh
and quench our thirst with blood.

Our land is a bleeding mother
captured and enslaved by bullets.
We don’t kill, but we’re only demons
strolling about our broken home.

Our leaders are powerful;
they paint our flag red
once in a gloom moon.

I am proud of my country
where injustice is justice
and every wrong is right.

© Bushy_ray.