Aura was sorrowful,
With wails crooning against walls.
Anguish sang songs,
So sorrowful and unhappy.
Sound of a bomb : not a lullaby
Was raising up.
Pain was all around,
With humans torn apart.
Blood was in motion,
With no path to drift,
Dust and fragments
Covered the earth,
That once was a garden.
Instead of cherries on trees,
It now had dried blood,
And pieces of human flesh.
Pebbles were replaced,
With empty shells
And metal fragments.
The greenery gave way to,
Grey, black and red…
The terrible sounds of blasts, oh! Unbearable.
The stench of blood, flesh and smoke, makes us uneasy.
What do you gain ye human, by spreading hatred?
Please, let us grow up in peace, shed war, embrace love.
Hey dear mother,
The clothes hanging up high,
Seem to be enjoying more than us.
Don't they look free and relaxed,
Whereas, we are struggling.
Struggling to find a roof over our head,
Call a piece of land as our...
An eerie silence shrouded the air,
Unusual that was,
As kids were part of the daily affair.
An armed troop was the reason,
For the vibrant air to turn chill,
Even during this festive season.
Two shots, one hit the...