TV turned on,
journalists reporting.
Behind them,
chaos.
Unruly streets,
demolished buildings.
People behind them,
running in fear.
The gray sky,
filled with debris.
Boom!
Explosion after explosion.
“I gotta go,”
says the journalist,
with a hint of worry
in his voice.
People scrambling,
with their luggage,
swiftly packed,
just the night before.
Parents,
gathering their kids,
running toward
a bomb shelter.
Millions,
fleeing the country,
their homeland,
to an unknown place.
Little children,
gathered on the border,
on subways,
in shelters,
not knowing what’s going on.
“Everything will be okay,”
their momma says,
as loud noises come from outside.
Parents,
scared for their lives,
their childrens’ lives,
their parents’ lives,
As they try their best
to comfort their crying kids.
Holding onto them,
like it’ll be the last day
with them.
Relatives,
watching from the outside,
from TV,
or reading the news,
scared for their family.
Calling every day.
No response
results in pacing,
praying,
waiting,
calling again,
desperate for an answer.
In other parts,
people walking the streets,
just as before,
the bright sky shining above them,
like everything’s alright,
like any other day.
Children,
running around
on the playground,
having fun,
completely oblivious
to the situation
just on the other side
of their country.
And just the night before,
all families were sleeping
comfortably in their beds,
without a hint about
what would wake them up
at five in the morning.
Suddenly,
blasting, deafening
noises from outside.
Children whimpering,
parents distressed.
Days spent
in a small room
scared to go outside.
And after
the dust has settled,
bodies,
disfigured,
lying lifeless on the ground.
People on streets,
sobbing over
their dead loved ones.
Entire buildings,
homes,
destroyed.
Troops
line the streets,
with their weapons.
The city
looks nothing
like it did
just yesterday.
People
all around the world,
screaming “why?”
This is not necessary.
War
is never necessary.
And with the TV turned on,
reporters showing
the aftermath,
of a city,
almost unrecognizable,
I also think to myself,
“why?”
It frustrates me
how some can kill civilians
who are simply
just living their lives.
None of this is justified.
Innocent people are dying,
young and old.
People shouldn’t be
begging for their lives.
We have to do better.
We have to make sure
this doesn’t happen again.
journalists reporting.
Behind them,
chaos.
Unruly streets,
demolished buildings.
People behind them,
running in fear.
The gray sky,
filled with debris.
Boom!
Explosion after explosion.
“I gotta go,”
says the journalist,
with a hint of worry
in his voice.
People scrambling,
with their luggage,
swiftly packed,
just the night before.
Parents,
gathering their kids,
running toward
a bomb shelter.
Millions,
fleeing the country,
their homeland,
to an unknown place.
Little children,
gathered on the border,
on subways,
in shelters,
not knowing what’s going on.
“Everything will be okay,”
their momma says,
as loud noises come from outside.
Parents,
scared for their lives,
their childrens’ lives,
their parents’ lives,
As they try their best
to comfort their crying kids.
Holding onto them,
like it’ll be the last day
with them.
Relatives,
watching from the outside,
from TV,
or reading the news,
scared for their family.
Calling every day.
No response
results in pacing,
praying,
waiting,
calling again,
desperate for an answer.
In other parts,
people walking the streets,
just as before,
the bright sky shining above them,
like everything’s alright,
like any other day.
Children,
running around
on the playground,
having fun,
completely oblivious
to the situation
just on the other side
of their country.
And just the night before,
all families were sleeping
comfortably in their beds,
without a hint about
what would wake them up
at five in the morning.
Suddenly,
blasting, deafening
noises from outside.
Children whimpering,
parents distressed.
Days spent
in a small room
scared to go outside.
And after
the dust has settled,
bodies,
disfigured,
lying lifeless on the ground.
People on streets,
sobbing over
their dead loved ones.
Entire buildings,
homes,
destroyed.
Troops
line the streets,
with their weapons.
The city
looks nothing
like it did
just yesterday.
People
all around the world,
screaming “why?”
This is not necessary.
War
is never necessary.
And with the TV turned on,
reporters showing
the aftermath,
of a city,
almost unrecognizable,
I also think to myself,
“why?”
It frustrates me
how some can kill civilians
who are simply
just living their lives.
None of this is justified.
Innocent people are dying,
young and old.
People shouldn’t be
begging for their lives.
We have to do better.
We have to make sure
this doesn’t happen again.
