Twenty years ago

The possessed vultures

Was a poem I had posted in Asian age on  Terror carnage

My blood had boiled to melting point

And I spilled out words on the venomous deed

Twenty years now on

The possessed vultures

 Kept coming and spewing

My blood has curdled and no more color  I see

Word has lost  its  sting, only stoic silence remain

But live on  more in hope that some day

 There will be an end to all this blood war

This I am sure

OR how can one live at all

In the face of all this