What's Happening - a poem

What's happening 

Boy, twisted metal

Blaring sirens

Destroy the 

Musical scream

Deep into the night

Dark time screeches 

The passersby

School children 

Throws the books 

Of science and art

Out the cryptic window

Uttering flamboyant vow

Not to return

To the lands of the vulgar creep

Mourning the mangled dead

The bloody hat, prosthetics

Colourful, and cheery

Riders of the galloping horses

Squeezing the eye lids, scrutinize

All that look different, hazy

Muttering the words of flame

Shame! Shame! Shame!

Says the neighbour,

Shopkeeper, random man

With dry washed suit

And the lady pushing a stroller

Out of here! Out of this land!

Says the mass in electronic flare

What's happening

Had happened before

Times and again

Here, on this land

Where the freedom reign

With the songs of glory

Of Beauty, goodness supreme

There, the invaded,

Chastised, incinerated

Where little children

With dried tears and muffled groan

Play tic tac toe 

On bloodied mud and stone

Or colouring the Easter Egg

Near the smashed skull 

And bones of ma and papa

Without atone