The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jan 11, 2007
Two Existences
A bomb with blasting smoke of fire;
A mother can't help hugging,
She hugged the child more tightly.
The child of no fear,
It stared at the ring of fire,
Went up higher and higher,
The bright and burning smoke.
It was nice to look at sparkling of fire.
Nice for a child,
The child of joy,
The very name of innocence.
The mother turned her face,
She knew it,
She knew the agony of burning,
The pain of bleeding,
The sorrow of breaking,
Breaking of heart, love and dream.
She turned her face,
The face of our cruelty,
The cruelty of war.
Two lives,
Two looks,
Two existences,
Fearless and fearful.
