I was thinking of Bleakness Of our time The loss of peace For our religious power It stinks amid the dead soldiers Of wars thorough miles Of buildings had laid in ruins And all those dead kids horrify Our dreams of better world Along with our destination It is nothing more Than those bombs To bombard cities of people They have prayed before A fire raid The ceremony of death It had begun with air strike In the sullen sky and shuddered Sullenly I stared Out of window Dead moms in the murky morning They had lain on their dead kids The Dead end for all They ran away from that night