Ashgrey tears streaming down your face,
from your bloodshot eyes that are burning, caused by dust and presence of death around you.
In a crowd of laughter you get reminded of
cries of fear and despair.
Deeper than any bullet that ever hit you, the recollection of a violent experience
Rage got replaced by sorrow but how can you go on like that?
Fought a war you never wanted, led into battle by someone who will never feel the scars.
Everything now left in rubbles, was once a dear home to many.
Who will honor the dead that got striped off their human dignity?