We all stood for a loaf of bread .
We shared it and we had enough for the last time.
We played and laughed. That was the last time .
We sang and dance in that barren land. and that was the last time .
We wished and made fun of death , and that was last time .
The sky suddenly lit up !!
Everyone stood in their places and bread loaf with their hand ,and that was last time.
The curse of heaven tortured bread and love.
I stood up and look around ..
Everyone died after millions of stars fell.
I took a loaf of bread with me and completed my way..
I wrote this poem for war. I hope peace spreads