We are from that distant land in search of our abode.
Where people never die or death is not an act of vengeance.
We hide behind those walls of will.
Weare left with nothing except Will.
We lost our homes eviscerated or shelled.
We burry our own souls with our dead ones
We carry the wounds of shattered lives battered land

We lost ourchildren some were abandoned.
We are expecting them to return fetching elixir of life
We are in search of those beautiful childhood days .
We are denied of those rhymes and colours
We are the victims of rage and violence
We are clamouring for our lives and rights.
We are the children of that clamouring crowd .
We are those who are heard and forgotten in the rush.
We are the victims of the unrelenting unforgiving past
We are the voice which rings in the air .
We are the children of the mother earth .
We are lulled into action not to sleep
We are the dreams of a beautiful tomorrow.

© vinitha