Waking up to the call
Of a new day, new world
Music of the wind and waves
On a shiny new shore
Below a new sky, new light
Waiting is the new life
Longing to laugh aloud.
Unrealistic are dreams
Wild imaginations
Raises hallucinations
Today miserably alone
On an orange printed water bed
None of those acrid medicines
No more the scent of cleansing lotion
Room stinks
.World mourns dead children
Old lives fear to breathe
Smoke masks the city
Sign boards point nowhere
Queues stretch there.
There is light
Must be a nurse
My fingers feel the wound
Scarring the palm
As it holds my palm.
Was it by a shrapnel
Or by an iron nailT
hat had gone deep
Into the cross.