Till dawn breaks the evading night,
With no remorse, so contiues the fight,
A serene image of falling bombs,
Each side believing the others wrong.
The death of a mother, the pain of a child,
All screams caught in the wind going wild,
Fire, fathers unmercifully burned,
None but the family are even sligthly concerned.
Children running, motherless and crying,
Fathers shooting, fighting and dying,
Animals killed, no way to protest,
Faces hardening, emotions suppressed.
Moans of the wounded, silenced by the dead,
No-one but him, alone in his head,
Till morning shines, breaking into the night,
Iluminated now, a horrific sight.
