What is that smoke, Mommy?
Like someone burning on an altar.
Oh! My foolish Tommy,
It’s not fire I swear.
Some foolish sweet maker
Just burnt his cake,
Or someone is burning stalks of paper
And my little fool, you thought life was at stake!
Is that a crash now?
I can still feel the shock.
No my dear, it’s the bird humming too low,
Or some strong hammer hitting the rock.
“But it was loud enough to be thunder,
Shall I peep out and see?”
No, it was a minor blunder
May be a jackfruit fell off the tree…
Oh! I can now almost hear the pathetic yell,
And the sound of bullets firing.
Can I just hear my knell?
Will I not be able to see the next spring?
Oh! My lad, it’s just crackers blast
The men are cheering their players throw
Don’t worry your time on earth will last
Don’t let anxiety chill your brow.
But the curiousity could not be restrained,
He peeped out from the window drape
His gaze hit snipers trained,
The merciless whipping, shells that scrape
Soul from fetter, and bodies burring regardless.
He jerked back, awestruck. Now every bit was straight!
He discovered the hellish human unkindness
Believing the holy lie might have been right!