As the clouds get darker and covered the striking sky,

The horrific image had rally around tender eye.

People shed tears as the situation began to agonize,

All these not picture perfect enough to compromise.

A child stood on the midst of all reality,

Wave his hand in the misty air,

Tears fall from his cheeks as he watched and hear,

People sobbing over the death of that they hold dear.

When it’s over now decades have past,

The child is now, a grown-up gentleman.

He glimpses at the newspaper in the morning,

In headlines, breaking news, there’s nothing but war.

Heart-broken and never glimpsed ecstasy,

The cry of freedom that keep roaring in his ear,

In his heart and mind that will never disappear…

-Sahara-