..my latest ramblings in the midst of an unwittingly entertaining financial accounting class, late Monday afternoon :)
Terrified innocence...
Terror on their faces
they huddle under the tarp
holding hands they tremble
children with tears in their eyes
Shrieks heard all around
as each one grows louder
they cringe and huddle closer
seeming to shrink as one
A river of blood
drenches the street under their feet
Their tears seem insurmountable...
All they want is the comfort of home.
A simple day
enjoyable in its simplicity
turned monstrous in a second
their innocence lost and peace shattered.
Running feet are all they see,
people screaming obscenities as they pass by
They retreat into themselves
muting the terror and the noise.
Mute eyes, clenched fists,
tears pour down their innocent faces
as they stare at the ignonimity
of being a child mute with terror.
A brief whimper
from the younger of the two...
quickly hushed by the older,
fear of recognition alive anew...
They hope it wasn't heard
by the brutes outside...
The wall their only friend
in a world suddenly gone awry.
Footsteps come thundering by...
and stops an inch from them...motionless they freeze
someone peeps under the tarp
and they scream in mutuality
Is it a friend?
Is it their family?
Is it a foe?
Do they live to know?
Innocence lost, terror their acquaintance
Does it matter if they live
When live in fear they always will...
Not for us to judge, the value of their life.
Children, our hope for tomorrow
Our innocence and our inspirations
their glow of immeasurable brightness
snatched away from us in a moment of terror...
By Angela Archana Vincent - 5.20pm Monday October 20th, 2008.
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