Yesterday was a holiday,
I asked mom to take me to the park.
She said, I’ve got work, some other day,
It was already getting too dark.
Dad came and I pestered him too,
And he’s such a sweetheart so I had not much to do.
We both ganged up, then mom had to agree,
They took me along, and I was in glee.
The park was filled with candies and balloons for children like me,
All on rides, playing around, smiles wherever you’d see.
Just in a moment, a loud sound was heard,
I saw nothing after that, except smoke and blood.
The darkness loomed over my eyes, I heard mom’s shrieks,
And the park had become a battlefield, destructed by freaks.
When I opened my eyes again, I was still holding the balloon given by dad,
Mom,dad and so many parents crying, all children like me far away and sad.
I called out but mom didn’t hear me at all,
In her arms I saw a bundle in shroud, covered all.
Then in an instant I knew why mom didn’t hear me and kept crying,
We’d become victims, as they keep attacking and we keep dying!!
** I always find it hard to write up something when there is an event of blasts and deaths. It’s hard to even think of what dreams and aspirations died there and were lost forever. France, Turkey, Brussels, Pakistan, Nigeria, Myanmar, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, etc etc etc. I guess on an average more than 1000 people die in a single day. Quite a record, no?
Yet, nothing makes me more angry than an attack on children. Innocent eyes, sparkling eyes, mischievous smiles, little questions, all quietened. They are ones which don’t even think of harming others. What kind of humans are these who don’t even see that they are killing children!
Don’t forget, killing an innocent is like killing mankind. How many times will mankind and humanity be abused and killed?