No longer does the snow look white,
But streams of blood, small & big,
Tear their way through it ..
The night sky descends over a scene of doom,
It descends to find little but gloom,
The moon stares down, torn between fear, astonishment & horror,
Down upon the scene of anguish with immeasurable sorrow & terror!
Bodies, the numbers of which the numbers fail to count,
Lie, stranded & helpless
Not a hand which doesn't cutch a gun,
And not a body that hasn't been shattered to pieces,
Torn apart by the bullets...
All lips sore,
All eyes closed,
And no doubt reserved - they're never to open again..
Cries of children would fill the air - stale, chill & still,
Who'd plead asking "Where's my dad?"
And women would weep, for their dear sons,
And countless wails heard,
For ladies who asked for their love.
But fate, as always, has had it's own chosen way,
The snow trodden with footsteps that went,
But alas! were not destined to return,
All of them, dead,
Dead without discrimination,
Dead with the same degree of pain,
Horribly, horrifyingly .. dead!
And finally ...in the sheet of the sky, dark,
And true to its nature ... black,
The stars begin to fade, as if they can see no more,
And the specks of snow,
Falling gently ..... bury them, forever.
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