My Loss

The storm had come and gone It took us unaware This time it came with spears rather than flairs We bath in pools of blood its not fair We didn’t bother about our houses razed down, but our brothers and sisters thrown down why now when our bedtime stories are just to begin? When we had hoped much on our sweet dreams We cry till we want to drown in the pool of our own tears Our eyeballs glowed red all night The crimson moon shone bright on our sorry faces Whose gonna eat our mushroom soup and say its sweet? Who’s gonna watch our back when on the narrow path we walk at night? And tell us tales as interesting as they can be under the full moon? Sob.....sob....sob Yet tears couldn’t bring back our loss.