Unheard my scream
dances in the air.
Forseen my actions were,
cruel to you, my people, seems

the portrait I have painted.

Unseen my creation lies
in the rubble with the earth destroyed.
My heart to dread toyed
with my mind. Stare dies

at the portrait I have painted.

Unloved, sitting by the window
I await further notice.
Reflection that malice
has beaten to sow

the sadness into the portrait I have painted.