Freedom Fighters

With a big bang of an uproar
Your hit, think tank is so flawed.
Trails of blood your tanks draw
Bulldozing homes & what's more.
Indiscriminate your evil is so raw.
You're irrational & above the law.

Armies of vanity soldiers against units of family members,
scores of enemy poachers against basis of unity centres,
tearing apart family foundations, destroying afar living generations.
I appease myself knowing you don't pick and choose,
taking away everyone on path that one let loose,
What's a world's worth of destructive tools?

If you ain't charred by the blast,
you're tattooed by emotional scars.
If the war did not tear you apart,
the aftermath will part you at last.
Safe haven by those who flee,
Fake heaven for those who plea,
Asylum, refuge seeking to be free.

There are other accomplices as you stand by,
watching the death of innocent passers-by.
Their spirits gone with the wind - bye bye.

This - is just a welcome to another war!
- by EMTSBA III - The Writing Reflex
(Written on 29/09/2015 at 2am, whiles watching the award-winning documentary 'Storyville - A Syrian Love')
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EMTSBA III is a man who has 9 lives and lives like a cat; for three he fights, for three he laughs, for three he writes! He has the writing reflex, or so they say. His early formative years spent travelling different countries, living in a multilingual household and growing up among a dozen of other languages and nationalities, diversity in culture will later influence his interest in Personal Development, Community Outreach and Social Commentary. That journey took him through 3 continents and over 50 cities exploring to understand the Human Paradox (The title of his weekly Radio show). ***Follow @TheWritingReflex on Instagram and Twitter.*** more…


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