Smiling Sorrow

Grey turns the sky at noon: Broken arrows storm the atmosphere With their terrible mastiff and slavers And carted away the glowing stars. I gazed with a blurred lens Into the sky where the sparrows fly But the smoke from the burning huts Had scared away the sparrow’s choristers: No song, no peace, not even a glimpse of hope No light, no night, not even the sweet shining stars For smiling sorrows swings back and forth the town And clanged to the souls that once did smile