I saw a child of age five,
Her voice was sweet as raindrops
She told me of war and cries
And blood shocked covered with dust
Agate and in total shock,
my eyes turned to look for her mother
A woman with fresh wounds and cut, I saw
In debris, covered, dead.
She ran with her arms stretched,
Collapsed by the woman’s side
Orphaned and snatched from mother’s warmth
by bombs dropped and nations war.
I touched to caress her a bit,
She looked at me and there was death,
Screams, wails and gunshots
and black tanks turned red with blood.
Her touch took me the shore of the Mediterranean,
I saw Them, drowning and crying for help
while nations watched on big screens,
A play performed on their sufferings.
The Germans said, we are full
The French afraid to lose work,
The world turned its head,
It was their plight, huh, there to suffer.
I walked the walk of toil and sweat
Of fathers crying, weeping loud
Of women finding their baby numb and silent
Tried and tried and tried again
The poor child won’t awake
The child died from bullet wounds
The mother won’t respond
Alas, she too leaves her body and is gone.
Gunmen stood on monstrous walls
To guard their dead land from life,
Nature saw this hypocrisy, this plight
Of two congruent lives, divide.
A lightning struck and I drifted from the child
And took a glance at the godless sky
Bombs, planes and bullets
A city, ruined and at its end
The serpent of Hell dancing
I saw a light, at the end of horizon
Of Hades sickle swing
The burning fires of Netherlands,
And Elysium consumed
Time will comes, nay time has come,
The dead will avenge, she warned
You hope of peace and solace,
By stomping on corpses of annihilated lands?
There shall be no peace,
no peace will dare come
Death has seen refugees plight
And now the cataclysm shall begin.
Nafis Haider studies Political Science and Philosophy at Aligarh Muslim university. He blogs at TheMemoria.
