Carnival of blood and blame

The cadevar of a son ,

is lying beneath the sun.

streets washed with blood again

the bullets falling instead of rain

some were burnt and some fell in sea,

many were exterminated while pleeing for mercy.

people hovering in the cities with pain,

yet all their prayers going in vain.

who did it was becoming essential,

and yet culprit was having only trials.

when the people cried over this bane,

then started the carnival of blood and blame.