Stone pelts,gun shots,killings,
eyes of lost childhood,still,
questioning you and me.
the world awakes,depressed.

The serene mother,
looks bleak,with acid and alkali
flowing over all her veins and arteries,
drying her up.

Life or death,people stood,
confused.

But let’s be hopeful,
once again,
there will always be light at the end of the tunnel!