A pitiful spectacle at sight
Wreaths of smokes emanate
Sparks of hatred evolving
Into an inextinguishable fire
Burning the fragmented walls

O ancestors of bygone age!
Why thou discovered it?
To feed the hungry stomachs
To light the dark sky
Or to burn the innocent breathing souls
Or the voices of rights to be immolated

Look! O, oceans of fire
Bubbling with cold indifference
No matter how potent thou be
Flames of hopes are still flaring up
Thy mammoth waves shall be wiped off
By the profound winds of love originating from Windows of warmth
©jeyforyou