I shed tears for shattered lives
I imagine the excitement as they choose
Matching bows and polished shoes
Laughter and joy, filling the air
As they joyously run, without a care
All venturing out for a little stroll
A fun-filled evening, their only goal
Unknown humanity, hundreds of lives
Parents, children, husbands, wives
Lie now broken like puppets, rag dolls
Flaying arms amid plaintive calls
Waiting for help, waiting for hope
Waiting for family, to help them cope
With senseless destruction, venom and spite
Spewing of which has become a rite
As lives bleed, the world shivers
Peace as Dove, on its bough, quivers
It flutters a little, sheds some feathers
Looks on quietly as protesters gather
With candles lit in a silent March
Wet cheeks and broken hearts
Flowers adorning, frozen smiles
Of precious members, truncated lives
It thinks about taking another flight
To better lands, with peace in sight
Somewhere with less darkness, more light…
