Post Script::

Around 11am it came

we didn't hear the whistle

but we felt the bang

as it exploded a mile away

we were a few hours before 

all sleeping safe in our beds

the house is no more

and mothers kneel in streets

clutching bodies of children

to their burnt clothing

wailing screaming

fires rage and the skies dark

as if the sunlight was extinguished

there is a ashen look to the people

as they rush back and forth

as if ghosts and dead already

sirens wail

but unable to reach the masses

debris and rubble block the paths

phone lines cut torn

hanging down

like snapped veins

and the street gutters run

with the blood of those injured

or even dead

trees stripped of their leaves and branches

walls of houses crumbling

roofs missing

as if a sun roof on a car

panic stricken fathers calling for their wives

begging for their children

but no one answers

electric fallen

hospitals still standing

run on emergency power

but are over whelmed

fireman scramble around in the piles of bricks

as hands out stretch 

begging to be saved 

from the suffocation

people ask why

beg for answers

but no news comes

and they are left alone

to wonder slowly

through broken streets

on glass panels

shattered along with everyone's dream

~X~