Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I hear the song the blackbirds sing,
The rush of mountain waters, tis Spring;
The corn lifts its ears, without a sound,
Church bells ring all around.
The doormouse flits in an out,
A little squeak, he cannot shout;
A boy, a flash, and then a scream,
Is this the End, or just a dream.
Darkness fell in mirky cloud,
"It's only midday," said the voice out loud;
On my God, what has gone wrong,
Why is the burn and the hurt so strong.
In the distance, yet another boom,
I glanced around, I saw the gloom;
Mummy! Mummy!, came the child's scream,
Mummy had gone and could not dream.
My heart is pained, but I recall,
The forest, these trees, once so tall;
Burning timbers still remain,
No more Life in wooden veins.
Puffing, Panting, breathing smoke,
I try to breathe, don't want to choke;
How I wish I could scream,
Just to wake, make this a dream.
My Brothers and Sisters, are they near,
Their Future is my greatest fear;
For myself, I am not so sad,
In this World, so big, so bad.
The so-called super powers of late,
They've disagreed and sealed our fate;
Wait! That sound, I heard a scream,
I am awake, it was a dream.
30 July, 2013