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Wings of Hope, Winds of Farewell
Once when the winds from the west,
Came hauting , brought chaos and destruct.
It brought men, no human,
Armoured against women and children.
The days grew darker as the armours slaughtered,
Houses plunged, Cars burnt and death whistled.
My sunshine rays that used to play,
Now in lifeless gardens, lay in decay.
The churches and mosques once used to call for prayer,
Now cried for the Almighty's sublime succor.
-And as | travell across the ruined path,
| saw children hungry, orphaned, wishing for death.
They bombed the schools and ravaged the hopes,
As the children lay below the rubble walls.
They annihilated the hospitals and crushed the hopes,
As the injured and infants succumbed to quietus.
"Oh | shall not long to live anymore" cried |,
Then | saw a dove as white as the moonshine drifted across the grey sky.
It's gentle lift was a soothing relief,It's flapping wings were a sublime sign,
As it lead me to a camp where children were playing aged around nine.
She drifted across ,the angelic creature to show me around as | wander,
| found a lad generating light from a dynamo and fan blades,
| found a lad in whites who learnt medicine to treat his injured father,
The war had taken them back by thousands of death and ten decades.
Then she took me to a group of people praying,
It was the doctor's 8 year old son who died last night in a bombing.
The doctor lead the prayers crying but still went on treating, Treating his patients with a heart filled with hope and caring.
The dove she guided where | wander as if she tried to say something,
It was her wings that gave me a hope to live to continue and serve them,
She tried to guide me to the Lord as the hope lies in believing,
The wings had a shine more that moonlight they flapped to guide me.
As the night dropped the wind turned cold but my eyes reflect the shine,
As | danced and sang with the children,
Hoping for a bright future and peace to return,
Then | saw the shine fade away as my hope lived short and ruined.
As the night sky turned bright, it blinded many,
A few vapourised and a lot burned ugly,
As My little white friend's wings of hope burned the happy winds turn toa
sad Farwell.
The wings the flapped hope once now resembled death and Hell.
-A tribute to all the innocent children and distressed civilians across the
world at wars
