Crimson

The redness of the sky was merely a hint, Hint of something big, Hint of something dark. The silence in the surrounding was merely a sign, Sign of thunderstorm may be, Sign of something wrong may be. I don't remember what happened next. My eyes opened, What I saw was horrible, More blood in the soil, More dead than alive. It was a question whether I would survive. What I felt was miserable, More cruelty and void, More sadness in voice. More dust than air, And people crying "How you dare?" And that's when I understood. The redness of sky was nothing but the hint of war. The silence in surrounding was nothing but the end of peace. End of happiness and end of lives.