Out There – By Ali Rasheed

No sudden moves don’t make a sound

The brutals ask for blood this time arround

Their wings ripped, Their tounges cut

I ask my dreams to better stay on the ground

Despite the the rivers flowing red

Our hearts bore the true wound

Out there is flood, greed and blood

Everything except peace to be found

Out there i can see,

Poor children being ripped by a hound

And now they are coming for me

They are right outside my safety bound.

 Ali Rasheed is a student of FSc Pre-engineering [1] at GCU.