You heard the bells,
And soon
Your tiny hands and tiny chin
Met the ground
And then you said,
Words beyond your grasp
Uttered in generations and
Generations passed
Echoes in the city
Echoes of words
You cannot grasp
Your tiny lips
That makes your sky wide smile
You whisper words you cannot grasp
Then a sound
More of a roar
Much louder than the bells
The booms and blasts,
And bellows heard throughout
You cannot grasp
And soon the air
Is thin, so thin
You cannot breathe
Your lungs they burn
A colored
dream
Of red
and ash
But you’re wide awake
You’re
standing there
You wail
You cry
Your eyes are swollen
Those big blue piercing eyes
Are bloodshot now
And one by one
No, by tens perhaps
Bodies drop
On dirt
and dust
And as you twitch
And lie with them
Those you played with
On rare calm morns
Their tiny hand you held
Their tiny lips you sang with
You twitched
And twitched
And twitched with them
As if a
dance
And when the pain
Cannot be bore
When you cry
But with tears no more
The air
escaped one final time
You cannot
hear the wails, you cannot feel the sore
You cannot hear no more
The words you cannot grasp
And they who killed you
They’ll fall on ground again
And say the words you haven’t grasped
They
have heard those words too much perhaps
But they
did not want to really grasped
Your blood was the price
Of blood owed by generations
passed