Marawi: A Dauntless Assault

Iron Clad Hands

Bloody streets emerged from the distance

Seeing zero kindness in every instance

Every roaring blasts hinders the continuance

Of lives gifted by God to His merchants

Men in camouflage hardly tried to penetrate

Every main streets and bridges being invade

Their shield and guns could not forsake

From sniper's eyes which death is their set

Those young men and women who once singing

Of local songs of artists of their liking

Are now wary of falling bombs and flying bullets

With no one could help in such unforgettable threat

I saw the boy who is left behind and shouting

Calling his friends who all are now rushing

Securing themselves from such horrible bombing

Running away from people who stole their peaceful living

I run through death, searching safety, tracking for my life

Open wide eyes but close heart for every obnoxious cry

Seeing young girl bleeding with cracked heads at her side

She has no life! God I can't help but yell in no time

Houses burning along those ash-filled pavements

The heavens keep roaring out of explosive armaments

Who designed such plan that brought hair-raising happening?

A direful fate for those deaths has no adequate payment

Stop firing! Stop firing! Would it be wise to squeal?

Have mercy on us! Will begging could change their will?

But no, no one will listen we could not reprimand

For thy will shall happen, the will of iron clad hands