Where the grass grows in zig-zags, and the trees
Planted in rows, lift their weight to offer to God. 

Where the pavements long for walking, and the
Buildings ache to breathe, choked in silence. 

Where the hearts beat to the rhythm of barrel drums, 
And the ears listen for smoke, blood, and laughter

Where the buildings pick up circular pieces to hide
Their Dalmatian-themed painting of despair and calibres

Where brother kills brother for dialog to be stifled; 
Where words are stabbed with the bayonet and hope gets rifled.

Where once great minds spoke English, planned futures, 
And debated all the various features of said futures. 

Where once you lived, and smiled, and laughed to care, 
But now duck and shiver, bleeding and gasping for air. 

(c) nyonglema