Memorandum For My Beloved Bombers...(Heart Pains More, Than Body Does..) Poem by Sebastine Humaemo

People wandering around
fun and joy filled the ground
relations exchange their gifts
friends and lovers shared their kiss
all glitter in party dress
smile and laugh filled the carnival mess

tons of crackers lights the skies
and golden sparkles filled viewers eyes
among stood a man silent and calm
many didn't know by him their happiness will be soon torn
huge blast and smoke gloomed the place
innocent bodies blown up with blood soaked face

Angel like kids seen dead with doll's clutched tight
some couldn't even see their dead kids..cos they lost their sight
people seen lying on the fire like a half burnt meat
which made their loved ones crying falling to their feet
everyone run for cover where the light goes dim
there laid a baby dead without even a single limb

seeing it....blood and tears runs down her mother's face
and the dreams she had for her baby gone as a waste
whom to be questioned? and whom to be blamed?
was this for...we all are made? ...
seeing the dead and the blood soaked floor
are you satisfied or you still want more?

black or white...we might be
all religion are the same and it preaches love and unity
close your eyes and think for a moment
does your heart asks you to do it again...what just happened?



......for all those who lost their life's under evil hands