Day after day, the bodies pile
babies cry, and mothers die
Anyone’s left to kiss them goodbye?
Night after night, the fire burns
and reduces many a life into tiny urns
They keep a steady count,
to some day hold someone to account
But it all feels futile,
as the murderers spew bile
in whispers, in raptures, but always with a smile
How many months it’s been? 15, 16, I am losing my mind
The flame was flickering, now it’s dying
Snuff out the candles, shatter the mirrors,
tell the waves to no longer linger,
there’s no one to dip their tiny toes,
take away the footprints, erase all memories,
burn the pages where laughter once lived,
bolt every door through which the children once ran
“No one, now no one will ever return.”
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