The Bleeding Schoolbags.

          The Bleeding Schoolbags.
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      The school bags lie forlorn;
      The little limbs that carried them,
      With beaming morning smiles,
      Were found bleeding under the grip of
      A gory dance of death.
      A dreadful so called disorder,
      Tore to pieces,in maniac mode
      Life's pretty pages of innocence
      At the turn of a couple of guns.       
      The school bags sadly shrunk;      
      The stained books spread a look of horror,
      At the sight of bloody strokes,
      converting the children's class rooms
      In to a morgue for a mass funeral. 
      Who gave the cranky brains
      The right to claim others' tombs ?
      How far will the guns'tentacles zoom
      To drive dainty lives into their dreary doom?    
                                             P.Chandrasekaran.