Once upon a time,
In a far away land,
Existed atrocities,
We could never comprehend.

The land was suffering,
A city of despair,
While the people were fighting,
A war that’s unfair.

As the clouds grew thicker,
Heavy with rain,
The people grew weaker,
Their cries filled with pain.

As ‘comets’ move across,
The moonlit sky,
A confinement dome of loss,
Is what the clouds pass by.

‘Comets’ falling like raindrops,
Leaving rivers tinted red,
Mixing with the rubble of their lives,
Stories left uncompleted and unread.

But soon will come,
A strong ray of hope,
When the clouds stop pouring,
As humanity lends a rope.

We need to work together,
To pull them up higher,
From the sinkhole of suffering,
Formed to make them expire.

Separating them from us,
Will never make us forget,
For now the world knows the truth,
And you’ve already lost respect.

We hope and will make sure that this is something you’ll forever regret.
© Grinchy