Mantle written by Ansul Noor at



written by: Ansul Noor


This cannot be happening, what have we done.

We have ravaged this world- the spirit has flown.

Every violent act- either sword or pen,
the mantle burns- the corruption blends.

Slaughter of innocents—-murder foul!

The clouds shed tears, our souls live in drought.

Has conscience been shackled, fed poison and turned?

Have we forgotten the language- the one of the womb?

Has religion and race, been devoured by greed?

At this very moment, as my pen writhes-
a hundred huts are set alight.

A mother lays her babe to endless sleep,
where no cries are heard.

Helpless prayers—-a trembling hand, beyond darkness extends.

Soulless and blind, in limbo we reel.

This violence and hatred will smite the core.

The mantle burns- the rivers run crimson.

Redemption is a sweet illusion or perhaps a delusion?

A sliver of hope dances upon some wild wind:

Or perhaps another illusion?



Please end senseless war.

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