War's Presence Poem by Rahma Rayis

When war came the flowers disappeared out of sight,
Flowers which once bloomed and thrived.

When war came the days were long and dreary,
Days which once were as beloved as secret diaries.

When war came the rivers became contaminated with blood,
Rivers which once had only the stain of mud.

When war came the sound was of deathly silence,
Sounds which once were filled with children's abidance.

When war came the buildings were demolished,
Building which once were consistently constructed.

When war came our world changed.