Martyrs Of Innocence Poem by Muhammad Azram

Un-flourished Petals
coming up to embrace prime
The beautiful springs of time
Uprooted, scattered and perished
By vicious and impious winds
Of ego, selfishness, power and control

Un-sung melodies of dawn
Waiting for their sun to rise
To spread the voice of time
But swathed into coffins of quietness
By the brutal hands of conspires and connives

Flourishing colors of light
The prism of time, and windows to life
Scattered into pieces, and uprooted from life

Martyrs of Innocence, victims of viciousness
No word to explain my pain; tears and tears
My innocent mothers are crying blood
My land is trembling with pain of lamentation
Books are dappled, and Pens filled with blood
Classes and schools arefilled
with the coffins of learning Innocence

Stop Blood; Stop streams of Blood
Stop Blood; I cannot bear more Blood
Stop Blood; My mothers cannot bear more Blood
Stop Blood; My Land cannot bear more Blood


December 16,2014