Chilling night, lit by pyres burning everywhere, Ears flooded with cries of the helpless that went unheard Pavements surrounded with corpses and despair Praying, begging, crying just for a gasp of air….
Waiting their turn to burn their loved ones To bid farewell and apologise For denying them the dignity that every being deserves For the moments of suffering they endured, struggling for a breath.
It’s all over now, but the ground under is slipping The uncertainty of life or even a dignified death, is frightening. It’s become a privilege in these times to have someone near When you leave this world, bidding goodbye to this inferno and fear.
How fast did the time go I once saw people walking down the road The one that leads to the graves of their dreams Burying a part of them along the way
They mourn, but carry on…
Running the daily race to escape The inevitable oblivion that consumes all. Who’ll sing and speak of the ones – Of the ones that fell on the way Of the flags that reached no summit Of the trees that give no shadow anymore Of the breaths that cease in darkness and cold
This indifference is hurting, a void in our hearts Numbness is all I feel, Down with the sickness that no one can heal.
Did I miss any directions?
Did we miss any signs?
I remember a home Filled with happiness and warmth.
In this wilderness, amidst nowhere, How my friend, have got here?