From The Islands Of South East

I searched for a shelter on a stormy night 

Like a high bough searched by a wounded kite, 

Like a yacht escapes the high tide 

So was I in that wild night.

Wounds were deep, drawn on the sky- 

Bodies in the streets after a bloody affray. 

Soldiers hail and they didn't lie,

Rose red tears fell from the sky.

All were screaming amidst the town

When thunders hit the paused clouds,

Baffling the air with rumble sounds- 

Dragons were freed and burnt the town

A night's slaughter was soon turned up,

A dinner's tea with a blood-filled cup.

So easy was to find a Stupp 

Until a captain said: "time's up"!

I ran and I ran for a shelter for hours,

Nothing was there except one clocktower.

Fell off the town like a dying flower 

Like tsunami hits the bay in drenching hours.

Song of a war they sang for peace- 

Guns, few bullets and cannons did preach.

A land was besieged and landmarks reached,

For the pride of the strength, for a snow-white peace.

How did I flee? I don't know

Who cares all these when years pass in a row?

Maybe I'm alive like a poisoned crow, 

I was murdered that night, all I know.