Blasts like earthquakes, started at target points,
Spreading circularly with a combination of forceful winds and wild tremor, ripping-off roof tops and causing buildings to crumble,
like fired cannon-balls, humans succumbed to this force.
No bloodsheds, but a ginormous massacre of every living thing within its blast range.
When will I stop seeing the arrival of Army Aircrafts whenever I wake up?
And start seeing the usual arrival of a bright warm sun.
When will I stop seeing paratroopers fall to the earth?
It’s deep to see,
A lifeless body,
Whose headless body has a fountain of blood gushing out of it.
Like David conquering Goliath,
He’s conquered the greatest at infantry.
Behold a little baby,
Looking weary and never stopped crying,
Pretty and robust,
Making me ask why she was abandoned/alone.