The Death March

The sky still thunders with the noise of the planes

But no longer the kids run out to follow its trail

instead they run for shelter

The black clouds still overcast the azure sky

But no longer the rains drench the happy crowd

Instead they wash off the blood on the streets

There are some houses standing tall

But no longer they echo with sounds of life

Instead they mourn in an eerie silence

The children still ride on their father's shoulder

But no longer to visit a frenzied carnival

Instead they march towards a new life or a death.