SAFETY WAIL

Tis is an unusual scenario Tis is a melancholy face you see, Sadness and darkness; Are natural siblings. ‎ Bombs intrude through my front door, Like that unwanted house guest, Cooking up human flesh, Stirring human soul. A young poor boy screamed “Why does pain target the innocent?" Lost in my father's land, Gunshots are now our inhabitants, Tis my Front yard,now the battlefield. ‎ ‎ Crumbled house on conflagration,‎ His mother couldn't evade the missile.‎ A little girl still died invain. #0DIGILI HENRY