Running, running
and glancing round.
Must remember
the trees and flowers,
the birds and bees,
the sun on face
and wind in hair
on a bright summers day.
Home,
sealed in.
Wave after terrible wave
of heat.
Afterwards, dust,
grey dust
falling like snow,
choking life
and colour.
Animals and people
dying slowly
from the inside out.
Tears, questions,
children's lives
cut short.
The world not ending
with a bang,
but a sob.
The sob
of a child
unable to understand,
to comprehend
the destruction,
the waste,
the utter desolation
and asking
one, unanswerable
question -
Why?

© 2007 Nurture Waratah
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