Prosperous fields and
vivid skies enamoured me
as my people were ecstatic
in our lives free of any jitters.

Me and my sister had
been relishing our school
as mom gave us scrumptious
food for dividing it with
our associates.

One day the clouds
were drab in hue me
and her began to sprint
towards our residence after
school but swiftly a bullet
arrested our march.

She got terrorized on looking
at a bullet her eyes released
a torrent of tears I was in
a confusion now whether to
take refuge someplace else
or await a calm environment
for going home.

The skies got blocked with
mercenary airliners shelling out
deadly projectile on those rebels
flooding the entire land around us
in dark red juice called blood.

My sister constantly wailed
and I was unfit for helping
us to hit the safety terrain
as soldiers and rebels battled
each other with bullets and missiles.

Somehow dodging those faces
stitched with blood we landed at
our condominium relieved at the
termination of our battle of survival.

Outside, the fields got painted in
blood some were exterminated by
those ground shaking missiles
the house shook fiercely and
my family looked at the framed
Mecca requesting the Holy Allah
to save us from this violent melee.

Out of nowhere the bullets pierced
the walls of our home we hid
ourselves underneath the dining table
that was competent of saving us for
a few bullet shots.

My dad and mom got up
and aspired to save all of us
from this...