Watching through the broken windows,
A frail body of bone and rubble awaits.

From innocent children, laughter flows,
They laugh and shout,
Naïve to the worst of society
Seemingly unable to live without.
Their eyes hold only joy,
Absent is the cruelty of the world
No horror has infected them just yet.

The last of the forest,
A haunted beauty;
Soon to be burnt to ashes
By concrete jungles,
And skyscrapers with cracked foundations.

The Sun can’t bear to look at us
For any more than a day.
Even the moon, always there,
Only reflects; never emitting.
But of course the man in the moon,
Can’t always put on his show.

Watching through the broken windows,
What happened?
Flourishing life, crushed.
Innocence, destroyed.
Love, removed.
Dying, fearlessly.
Real smiles are now masks,
And truths are now lies.
A whisper of a fight,
A shout of rebellion.

Watching through the broken windows,
A frail body of bone and rubble awaits.
Dying, afraid.
This world could be so beautiful,
But we prefer it so macabre.
A fire burns inside a screaming body.
This was reality, this was their world.
I turn away and close the curtains.
Hope for a better world tomorrow.