War Poem by RIDA IDRIS

I saw it coming
just like a prophecy
It start just like a game
but to my surprise began weeping so hard

It was the day of separation and change of names
women were now called widows,
children were now called orphans due to just the lose of live of a person

I was at far but noise approached me to the extend of hugging me
I heard the sound of children and women crying of hunger

war is just a short word but carries a big problem
It was now in my house
we tried to ran but we were not all able to succeed
In deed a short word with big problems