It all started with a loud voice
Repetitively and each time louder and louder the voice called
Like a town cryer passing a massage of war,
Rather than before, things happened differently
Rather than people running shelter skelter like a rat running away from a burning bush, those insides stood outside to see who and what was about to happen
Those kids pick up like hawk pick up chicks are grown now and are definitely not ready for any Olympic race
When the voice was heard less, those around me discuss and analyzed the situation louder
A call for help wasn't made but those around, most are faces I got to know that day
Those standing outside had changed their cloth to a more comfortable once, hoping for the best Yet prepared for the
Rather than scary faces angry once stood outside,
When the voice was heard no more gun short became the next sound,
The ringing tone to a phone belonging to no one, yet violence, destruction, death to mention but a few kept calling
My beautiful area belonging to no one yet claims and ownership prof was all that paint it soil
Children dearly eighteen held weapons, in an attempt to save what they knew as home and their loved ones
The voice to say that was wrong has already given way to tears
The peace we long tell them, we enjoy seems more like a fairy tale as they watch their love once killed by those they grew alongside with yet bearly their age
It was still morning the last time I check my watch but the sun has lost its way to our sky that day, nor has the moon announced the presence of night
All that could be seen were smoke, those created by us and those for us
Lost of lives, lost of properties, and most importantly lost peace
It lasted for a week but seems more like a month if I was asked
The death produced had created more orphans, widows, widowers than any sickness could have
Prayers were made yet the heart never stop hating nor did the wish for their death went away
Tears which seems to be part of the solution then hardly found its way and if it did, never lasted
Victory thought was all we ate cause food has lost it taste and water was just an excuse not to starve to death
Dirty victory since the death of others is what constitutes it
When a break was made all that ran through once mind was until when.
Happy to survive this part made no meaning as a crying time to those we lost and those the left behind was heard
All and both parties we're tired but the dirty victory was what everyone wishes for
The end seems too far but better than the break "peace" because the trust has already been broken
As I wish for an end, revenge was all I whisper to myself
Announcement of those we lost and those they left behind gave more strength to fight,
A lot of unanswered questions ran through my mind that day, the one I'm most scared of is why?
It seems simple since the answer should be known
For peace and a better future for the next generation to enjoy
But then, does the death of others and the cut of relationships now give peace?
Peace has long been define as the absence of war not victory over war
It's so annoying to wish for one thing and be hoping for another
If our childhood is them inclusive and our future demands them excluded then the arrangement to be made is now, in the present
Time they say solves, but this time around all it did was to dig and open wounds that were never meant to be there in the first place
I have seen and withness a lot, what I'm expected to do is to hope and pray for a better day
Afraid of what the future holds from the past
Terrified of what the future holds from the present
Yet from where the future begins still unknown
If the future still exists!!!!
That only the future can answer
