Horrendous stories :- I just came across it and well It drove me mad. Just penned down the poem in those moments.
Hope a Phoenix
Hope a phoenix
But how does it rise from the ashes?
How does it withstand the satanic vehement attacks on it?
How does one keep the ring of fire blowing and turning?
Twisting to start a new cycle,
As humanity sheds its skin,
As silent hapless tears run down those eyes?
Eyes that have now been castrated of their innocence,
As blood rots at our feet,
Staining the path to revival of hope
Blood drained by filthy demonic spirits that slither amongst us
And we know not of the world racing in their veins,
Stewing vigorously, plotting its next quest for inhuman unanimalistic pleasure,
We have no spear to penetrate those blankets of camouflage,
Tides of pain choke the nerves, wrecking havoc, and stilling life
How does one send those cacodemons into nothingness?
Make them spit blood, and churn them in their world into ashes,
Before they could stew to bleed humanity again,
How does hope take form of a phoenix for those eyes?
How does one stop the ring of fire from extinguishing?
Extinguishing before the phoenix rises from the ashes,
And engulfing humanity in its serene cocoon.