Smoke rises as homes are reduced to rubbles
Silent sirens awaken the dreams of the dead
Hauled into ambulance are the wounded
And children cry helplessly, forsaken by humanity
Mothers wailing perhaps beseeching God
Asking Him, hopelessly, why He chose the land
A land filled with land mines planted by human cruelty
They cry to lull their indescribable pains
The bombs still fall, men still load ammunitions
Is freedom this expensive or is it a form of folly
Where dictators order airstrikes to replace rains
Because stones course through their veins
Is there an explanation to human cruelty?
Is there even an excuse to cruelly rob a man’s life?
Is there anything musical about a child’s wail?
Is there anything worth salvaging in ruins?
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