The Tragedy

There used to be a time when war was waged only in battlefields....

But when you come from a home where this was not so,
There would be such constant fear..

Of sirens and gun shots,
 & our prayers would only fill the heavens,

Be it day or night...

Some wield weapons to protect,

Others wield them for reasons,

That make little sense...

& we end up losing a little bit of love,
Along the way...
Somehow..

In a world where bullets,
They rain...
& all we can do is...

Hope,  Pray and maybe Wish...

That our stolen innocence,

Would forever be cradled...

By angels, By heaven...

& by love...
For eternity...