Life in the hand of War….

 

Life in the hand of War….

 

 

A teddy bear in hand was the delight,

For a child in her mother’s lap…

Life owned some peace but didn’t release.

..When the power of nuclear energy broke up,

It shook the pain to shame and it’s the one to blame!

 

Lost in dreams, hearing screams!

Bloody corpses, crushed limbs…

Parted the child…Tears in her mother’s eyes…

The day was painted with a black sky of fighting, biting and fuming,

Painted with a creepy brush of accusing, annoying and abusing…

 

In the midst of blood,

Smeared with dirt, dressed in rags,

Stood a small, orphaned girl.

A victim of human destruction,

A victim of another war.

 

Not knowing what has happened or going to happen,

This innocent little soul,

Wanders searching for her dead mother,

Crying her heart out,

For no mistake made by her.

 

Bullets whiz past and bombs blast,

Stones are thrown,

The atmosphere is thick with smog,

The ground is crowded with lifeless bodies,

And in the midst of all, stands this weeping child.

 

Roaring of the guns getting wilder,

And war was becoming fiercer,

And then suddenly with a last wail,

Clutching her bleeding wound,

Every inch was covered like the paint of grief.

 

A splash of blood on her little face,

The orphan girl fell, joining lifeless bodies.

For nothing wrong she did,

Neither is the mistake of being born,

That now her life is gone.

 

The gifts of war are to man,

Torment and agony to each and one another,

Deprives an innocent child of a family they hold dear,

But soon will be gone along with dread.

This world have already forgotten a word called peace,

 

But all they care is power to cease.

Hopes for a better world to live in is out of place,

Now, even no one care for the happiness and joy to reinstate.

Thousands to millions of lives have fallen by surface,

And many more have been swept away by the tide…

 

In this nuclear era, nobody will care

Nobody, nobody has the time to stand and gaze

Death and despondency to every being,

Why is war still seeking the hands of innocent lives?

Life was meant to be worth living for one and for all….

Written by:

Sahara Hamayon