In midst of ruins of a city
Trying to put the scattered pieces together
To make innocence breathe again
But swift breeze of hatred,
Brings the city to ruins again.

When terror strikes
With no distinguished name.
The anguish in the eyes,
Reflects the hatred we have sown.

Shrieks and cries replace peace.
Passing by time just increases fear.
Tarnished images, jeopardized beliefs.
When death comes through creators name.

Biggest irony of life,
Lies in front of you…