We looked back at our crumbling homes
The sight of the war,
the “Boom!” of the bombs
Had merely become a monotone drone
Dimming the cries for help
We knew we were alone
Hostile planes filled the air
The smell of blood and dust
A yelp of pain
And bombed buildings,
Faded away any trust
Leaving only hate behind
Any hope – resigned
Freedom had been a fantasy
A dream, distant away
Broken and shattered
The thought of a better day
Abysmal are my memories
Of a childhood gone by
With the rings of guns, and dreadful cries
You can still see the pain
Floating in my eyes
A corrupt world
A scarred life