Poems ✍️

What a death, where there is no cry,
Only dumb fear;
Eyes become stone, sandy and dry
And don't shed tear!

Silently die, not one, many,
Utter no words;
If around you hear sound any,
That's of the swords.

What a sword, never Achilles
Nor Genghis saw;
Earth becomes hell with the blood-seas,
Benumbed with awe.

Millions die within moment,
From sky comes death!
What a sword the killers invent,
Snatches our breath!