Poetry
The Clamour
The place where days are dark
Nights without the moon and stars
Floors are full of blood
The shouty murmur that breaks the ear drum
Can you imagine that place your kids live?
No…
Let us feel the pain of the kids
Those who are crying because they are hungry
Being traumatize
Being neglected
These kids are so ill-fated they are unable to see their fathers
They live in a land where people fade away
Their Mothers shout in in cities and valleys
Their clamour shakes mountains
But the monsters of their land continue to hunt the pure souls
The souls which make the flowers bloom
The souls which make the sun shine
The souls which make the stars twinkle
But the beasts of the land have powers that maintain the darkness
It doesn’t last forever
They forget it
These unfortunate kids will grow up
They will end this nightmare
When the darkness ends
The light rules