Probably the sky will be of

       a different colour,

the air lighter, not smelling corpses

the water clear, not tasting blood

the grass green still, not burnt brown.

Food served after prayers

 If those not silenced by explosions.

Cold nights under dark clouds

       hiding stars

splashing waves clearing the boats

salty water showing the way to freedom.

Freedom in a world free of fear.

No one loses her dreams to someone’s choice

life would have a reason to live.

Heart never would beat faster than you run –

 away from the sharp axes that follow

 to chop tender wings and get away with

 the grains collected when the sun was shining bright.

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