Thousands of early youths lied on the ground
Immobile and numb with austere agony
Yet no pain clutched them.
Ocean of debris bounded me
I prayed in the silence of night
Upon summoning an Angel, I asked:
“Are we what we are?”
He didn’t communicate
But pointed his finger
Towards the firmament
I observed a red fiery heaven
I looked at him and said:
“Certain chambers of the human heart
Are occupied with smoke.
We are losing what we don’t deserve
I know apologizing shan’t revive the lost.”
He looked around with a melancholy appearance
Didn’t answer but departed
Silence took over every soul…