The Songbirds Have No New Songs to Sing

They just cried, as the sky burned slowly.
I didn’t know how to help, because
I forgot what bravery felt like.
I think it was cold, like when
the silence swallowed the street.
Maybe it was brittle, after
we all stopped smiling.
The blood, it made it hard, so
they looked away from
all of it, they didn’t want to but
they heard the lives being shattered.
Tiny pieces, falling like ash as
the bomb said hello, its waving hand making
patterns in the eyes of children, because
they shouldn’t remember, but they will see
the memories as they burn us all.
The memories, as they burn us all.
They shouldn’t remember, but they will see
patterns in the eyes of children, because
the bomb said hello, its waving hand making
tiny pieces, falling like ash as
they heard the lives being shattered.
All of it, they didn’t want to but
they looked away from
the blood, it made it hard, so
we all stopped smiling.
Maybe it was brittle, after
the silence swallowed the street.
I think it was cold, like when
I forgot what bravery felt like.
I didn’t know how to help, because
they just cried, as the sky burned slowly.

Lene Nyland

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