Behind those closed doors

A 3 years old child's family is killed in the war. He is sitting between their bodies.

There, behind those closed doors,

a young boy  tried to endure

the cold, the fear and the sore

his mother's bleeding on the floor,

painting  the faces of the four

the four brothers  who moved no more



he thought ‘ asleep ,they were’

that’s why his fear , they cannot share

the ashes of his little sister’s hair

made his face like a black wear

yet,,, he did not dare

to scream out of this nightmare







Daddy, He called

Hardly he could his toy hold

Babom he heard

Then he is no longer scared