When Hearts Decay

Our hearts decayed like dead,
While knowledge on fiction and fantasy.
Eyes shown a curtained show,
A vision of what’s fed.
Bombs drop like rain,
leaving blood instead of water.
Armored in their fortress,
playing the game of slaughter.
Greed is a curse,
what a curse!
It knows no innocent or weak,
or has feelings or pays heed.
What would satisfy the thirst?
If not death of women and children.
How come we became animals,
and animals became us.
Rotting like rats, feeding on each other.
Fahed Tarmoom