"Humanity in war"

Shadows do leave often

Not in dark, but sun,

When a hand is raised boldly,

Against the brother of one.

Time does stop sometimes,

Not for seconds, but years,

For the motherly love,

Whose son is alive, only in tears.

Music may sound harsh,

To ears used to gun's clash,

To the people in terror,

To the people in fear.

Humanity does live somewhere,

Among the haters and lovers,

Among the people of nowhere,

Sharing food in straw covers.