The Black Time
I sit alone here
Amongst the bloodshed out there
I've no whereabouts of my family
I've no hope that my silent cries, they'll heed
I cry out to the mass to stop this war
We're all humans after all
Why do we kill our brothers and sisters?
Is there anyone out there who cares?
Why do we hurt someone's mother?
Why do we torture someone's brother?
Why do we kill someone's father?
Why do we cause pain to someone's sister?
Why do we cause this havoc?
Has our humanity been locked?
I, a young girl here,
Hidden in a corner,
Full of fear,
Down my cheeks roll tears.
War, a black time for most humans including me,
I still sit hidden in an empty marquee.
Most of us lost their families,
In the bloodshed for which there was no need
I, a scared girl
Question my friends on the outcome
Try to remind them of love.
Tell them to change the world from a raven to a dove.
But no one seems to care.
Those who do, to stand up they don't dare.
The cries of thousands remain unheard,
Their images in my mind appear blurred.
I hope this dark time ends soon
Because this bloodshed is of no boon.
It's time all of us show some humanity.
Time to be adept family members; to kill this acrimony.
Written by: Srishti Taneja
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The Dwellers Post Issue No 3
PoetryThe time between winter and spring, humanity lost in sorrows, -spirits surviving. The drought of rage is now up to us. The Dwellers Post edition includes works of different genres, illustrated narratives in fiction, creative nonfiction, short storie...
