Up there,
People dance to the rhythm of war,
even babies wrapped in a shawl.
Bombers terrorize!
Peace is only imaginary.
Up there,
People aspire as sun rises,
but retire at sunset to counting loses.
Children inhale flames of grenades.
People are blinded by smokes from daily bombs.
Mothers mourn many mouths
- ripe and unripe.
Up there,
daylights suddenly melt into darkness,
and the air walks in silence.
Days die in a total mess,
caused by hatred, greed, selfishness...
Just up there.
#freestyle Saturday
#yearning for peace
#itis possible
#photo credit: Google
Famous photograph of a crying baby amid the bombed-out ruins of Shanghai’s South Railway Station, Saturday, August 28, 1937
