There is not a day that passes without blood splashing on the world news. It has become a norm, and the morning Breakfast smells of raw flesh. Every single news, acts as a verdict on me. Asking me to count the deaths that my silence has fed on. Oh! not just mine, even yours. Did you know that our silence, suffocates even people we do … Continue reading A shot of the blood in our News #55 of 365 Poems