For I Was God.

The End Of War.

I was by the village, walking,

When I heard the little child crying,

With the beautiful birds singing,

And the old man by the bench, sighing.

Then I heard it,

The siren, Loud and clear,

And everyone froze, Even our spirit.

I saw, painted in their faces, fear.

The child stopped crying,

The birds stopped singing,

The old stopped sighing,

And Everyone started running.

They went to their basements,

They locked their windows and doors.

They didn't care for their dollars or cents,

Not even the poor.

I was alone ,

Except for a young boy,

By the garden, playing with a toy,

I ran as fast as I can,

I heard planes riding the sky as I ran.

I got just in time to cover and hold the boy,

For the planes have descended from the sky,

With promises of dark desire and eternal fire,

It dropped the shells and continued to fly.

I held on tightly to the child,

While the bombs dropped ,

And I felt the heat on my back,

But I still tightly held.

As I closed my eyes,

I knew I became an other victim of fire.

*

Hours might have passed ,

I do not know.

My eyes open a little,

I knew that he survived,

But by his face I knew,

I knew I was gone.

My life might be done

But at least I saved a son

Even my ash has breathed its last,

Beautiful it was, My life.

But now the darkness is overcast,

And I'm dying fast.

The sun I once saw as I awoke,

Now fades in my sleep.

As my soul flew far

I realized, Only the dead have seen ,

The End Of War.