The morning was dark and silent,
only the sound of gunshots polluted the environmental space,
and men ran aimlessly about like mad ants,
targeting their opposer's - declaring a free human race.
The shining sun seemed forever to come,
it was like having dinner with darkness in a formal atmosphere,
and with every bite of life that i took,
i swallowed it in great fear.
We cuddled ourselves in a small corner timidly,
even as hunger stung into our skins,
some of us were just a push away from death,
by the gentle morning wind.
'TAKE COVER!' one said,
before the ground trembled by the effect of a thousand grenades,
but then came a mist of silence,
followed by the stench of dead bodies that accumulated the air.
Soon enough the sun awoken,
then journeyed up west,
leaving us with grey skies of grief and failure,
signaling another deadly protest.
