Gedankenlicht

There is no escape

I hear the sirens.

I see the soldiers on the street.

The children, they are running.

Their faces are pale and their eyes are full of tears.

I know they feel fear in heart and bones.

They know what's going to happen and so do I.

Yet, I can't move.

My legs won't run, no matter how badly I want to.

My heart skips a beat.

Then, another.

It's hard to breathe.

There is no escape.

Mothers are holding on to their babies.

They scream and cry.

Fathers are carrying their children out of the house, trying to bring them to a safer place.

But there is no safe place anymore.

The whole world is in war.

Every street is a battle field.

There is no escape.

I've seen the corpses.

They fought to their last breath.

Yet, they died dead.

They never stood a chance.

If they were still here when the Nazis came,

They already had lost.

They were everywhere.

The enemy wasn't hiding,

The victims were.

They were killed before they were found.

Their heart was broken.

Their freedom was stolen.

Their life was taken before someone has laid a hand on them.

I know the bombs will fall.

I know they will take lives of many.

I know some houses will go up in flames.

Mine might be one of them.

The fear is in my bones.

It sits in my mind as well.

It eats me up from the inside.

There is no escape.

I can't run and I can hide.

My fear is the only thing I've got left.

They took everything.

My bed.

My money.

My job.

My family.

My house.

My life.

I have nowhere to go.

There is no escape.

This war won't end.

Not until the people learn to love.

The only chance we have is peace from within.

But the men are soldiers.

The women are slaves.

The children are weapons.

Everyone is a part of it.

Victim as offender.

Watcher as helper.

There is blood on the streets.

The black streets are painted red.

The lives of thousands.

A deadly cut in society.

This wound will never heal.

Those scars will never fade.

The war will never be over.

There is no escape.

Everything around me gets destroyed.

The windows have been broken long ago.

The bombs have set the village on fire.

The stores are being robbed but there is nothing left to steal.

Those houses are empty like the lives we were left with.

Our hearts are as cold as the streets we have to sleep on.

There is no electricity.

The lights is gone and so is our hope.

There is no escape.

The bomber does it's job.

The entire district gets blown up.

The buildings turn to ashes, just like people.

We vanish.

But we died long ago.

I knew there was no hope.

I am dead now, entirely.

There was no escape.