Carnival of carnage

War scenes creep like a daily soap to watch for seasons on mobile screens now;
Rarely remember the scenes 
But the feelings never leave the humane body.
The ancient hunger for humanity
Seems like
will not be ever fulfilled.
The clauses of cruelty
categorically encourage the grammar of geographical atrocities.
We, the mass, are the mesmerised audience
by the audacity of the aluminium power of a ruthless ruler that can't be melted away, dropping the recorded results of historical hegemony.
A terrible time of weeping ,watching the dead
A horrible hour of digesting harrowing details
of the industry of pain even after praying for days and nights.
Yet
A Sun that everybody hopes to witness one day
that brings the news of salvation from the
humans surrounded by our own makeshift humanity for ages.

Purbita Das is currently trying to find the lost pieces of her existence through words, at the same time, is a lecturer in the Department of English at University of Science and Technology Chittagong.