The sky is enraged and serrated with winged birds of metal 𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, The streets yonder are tinged crimson with muted herds 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, With vengeance billows of smoke blow hither-thither 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀, The cracked windows converse with the tearing rooftops...

  Dropped bombs blast, The city crumbles fast, With mangled bodies the air hums haunting dirges. A wounded mother sits still as her pain surges, Alas! Her breaths struggle–with death her life merges, Her suckling child smiling, seems at peace. Though the child...

  Serene sunrays slowly stream, Wistful windows gloriously gleam, Migrant mind's thoughts tethered, Mindful monk solemnly sojourns, Soul stirs spirits swell, With wisdom distant dreams dock, Peace pervades with chiming chants.   *** 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 :...