Dark clouds beneath eyes,
Dark clouds in the sky.
Not an explicit difference.
The weapons replaced trees,
Both with a hue of green.
One burgeons life,
The other prunes it - dead.
When you slept on rose beds,
We had beds with serrated swords.
How come we resided the same planet,
Yet lived in different worlds.
They egged us on to leave our homeland,
But it was not as punitive,
As when our homeland left us,
Due to the berserk bombings - so repititive.
I am a victim of death,
I lost my breath,
As my home had an uninvited guest.
How could our weeps be comprehended?
How could our wails be heard from afar?
When the language they understood,
Was of war.
Only war.