#THE MUFFLED SHRIEKS

The sun was dim,
And the birds returned home.
Grey clouds barged in clusters,
Yet, there was no sign of hope.

The snakes met in wordless meeting,
The shrieks muffled in a stale static air.
Gallantry and medallions were awarded,
And the names of the martyrs declared.

Thousand coffins were lined,
A deep mass grave was dug.
And everything was shoved inside,
Not a trace left behind to whisper.

With eyes shut tight, I pretend to be blind,
And march ahead through the murky haze.
For even in darkness, hope we can find,
A new dawn that will end the dark days.