Brutality (Poem-5)

Let me introduce you to this family of three,

Mr. Michael, Mrs. Jenny and their son, Sammy;

It was a normal September evening

Where one event would change everything.

The family was quite busy that evening

Both Michael and Jenny were working

While Sammy was using his creativity,

To make a card for his parents' anniversary.

The next day would be a celebration

Many plans would be set in motion

Michael and Jenny'd celebrate five years

Of happiness, and they'd be happier.

Young Sammy just could not resist

Waiting for the party to give his gift

To his happy parents the next day,

But had to wait patiently anyway.

It was a silent dinner that night

For everyone was waiting for the next light

They grew impatient each hour

But knew that the day wasn't far.

A few seconds before the clock struck twelve

A strange noise grew loud, and the sky turned red

All wondered whether they were still sane

But that's when it began, the "Bombing Rain".

Mr. Michael ran out to the lift

He knew what it was, and had to be swift

But due to his speed, he left behind

His poor young son and his dear wife.

The lift, unfortunately, stopped mid-way

Michael shivered in fear, he didn't know what to say

He knew it was over, and for one last time

Cursed the thought of war, and closed his eyes.

Mrs. Jenny and Sammy later, too

Understood what deprived the sky of its blue,

It was a war with the neighbor country,

How and why, though, were still a mystery.

They hurriedly ran down the stairs

Their fast legs now knew no air.

However, soon, they heard a loud noise

And the poor duo now had no choice.

For one last time, they prayed to God

They prayed for the abolishment of War,

And after doing so, they kneeled

And under the crumbling concrete, got buried.

A single moment can end it all

No matter how wealthy one is, they can fall

To say the least, life is uncertain

You never know what's behind the curtain.

Wars destroy new beginnings

With no regard for age or rings,

Man himself invented his demise

And crumbles before he can even rise.

Hundreds of such families die in war

And millions of lives are thus torn,

We look past these wars in our history,

But fail to understand their brutality.

-Armaan Kothare