The ground shook
The sky turned black
The sound is deafening.
Each night we pray
To live another day
And each day we try to dodge the bullets.
They drop their bombs
And when the smoke clears
The stench of death lingers in the air.
Hundreds and thousands came tumbling down
Hordes of massive quantities rained
Dark was the sky for their numbers were great
Scores and millions more
They come and seem to never end
Midday suddenly became deep night
No one knew what happened
No one knew what they were
The fire and fog lifted
and nothing was left but shattered glass
the flowers of May blossomed
and I wondered if they would ever know
if the people would ever know
take notice or take time
to admire the flower’s sweet perfumes
the flowers have blossomed and it’s been for quite sometime
yet nobody took notice
not even the gardener or the flower shop keeper
how could they just ignore the beauty that surrounds them?
does it matter not to them?
the flowers of May wilted to June
still they took no notice
will they ever learn to be grateful
before it is too late?