You will hate
Till the snowflakes turn red

You will fight
Till the night turns into daylight.

No, it is not the bombs that will lighten up

Your eyes will
When you see
The world speaking
It's earthquake words

The night showers
Children
From the gates of heaven

Their eyes
Looking at you and me

For their mothers

Dig deeper
Until you find

Her coloured scarf
Covered in dust

Face down
With arms
Still covering
Him from the shells

She does not look up

She is already there