Burning ashes

A little child was crying
beside his mother's body,
she was lying silently
she was staying dead.

He couldn't understand
the reason of the war,
why people kill
why people die.

The child was so sad
looking all around,
fragments of cement
burning ashes everywhere.

Copious sour tears
in his broken eyes,
he didn't want to live
in such a cruel world.

Now he was alone
frightened and distressed
without food, without love
and without any hope.

Despair and sorrow
loneliness and grief
a deep melancholy
crushed his feeble heart.