Walked past your house today

The lights were off, the door locked

No sounds drifted through the open window

But a quiet sobbing

Has your hope been ripped away

With a bomb?

So quietly they fall

To the earth

From their metals carriers

Then they unleash hell

The heat

The blast

The sound

Then no more

And they disappear in a cloud of ash

Slowly settling

Yet never leaving our hearts

Walked past your house today

Knocked on the door

No footsteps walked down the hall

Not a sound of life

Have you left?

Have you been ripped away by a bomb?

So quietly they fall

The soldiers

To the earth

That buries them

And hell breaks through their ranks

I hope

Have I left?

Have I been ripped away by a bomb?

So quietly I fall

To the earth, so soft

Compared to the heat

The blast

The sound

The light. . .

What comes next, I wonder?

All I can feel is that your hope has been ripped away

With a bomb.