The stains of the massacre
Innocent blood spilt
Aren’t your hands blemished?
Don’t they tremble at night?
The tiny and brittle bodies
Crammed into coffins… 35 more words
As a young girl in India, I learned to hate Pakistan. I was told the history of this country with my own, how we were once one nation, and are now bitter enemies. 404 more words
PTSD is a cruel, overlooked reality for many veterans – The Maneater