Why the blue has abandoned
The sky. Why the birds,
Gone home without a goodbye?
Why the clouds been subsumed
In the dewdrops and
Why the dreams hung on
Cloth lines, have taken the fall?
Why the legs relentlessly run,
When the destination is long dead.
Why does hope even dare to sprout
Even in this war-torn land?
But you shouldn't ask such
Questions, you're still a kid.
With the next incoming missile
You'll also be killed.
Why challenge the authority
When the ill fate is fixed?
Let's die first, if there's a
God in heaven, we'll ask him
If he stood witness to the
Ground reality or went into hiding,
Fearing his own persecution,
In the hands the men-
Who didn't spare, even
The kids.