Empty bullet shells lie scattered
Around dead bodies.
Lonely footprints on the ground
Blood gushing from wounds.
Birds fly from leaf less trees
A distant 'bang' tells that another bomb has exploded.
Sun sets slowly, spreading its red glow
Silence befalls this lonely ground.
The ear is pierced
With wailing cries.
"How much more of this?"
They ask, "and how to survive?"