I can still hear the roar of the fire,
The crackling of the guns,
And the scream of one man to the other
While the world around me bathed itself with blood
I saw nothing of love flourishing in the streets but the mist of hate blurring everything.
I never saw a woman of the city in the streets but man’s hunger for revenge.
I saw not a single bird sing love but despair.
After all this I wondered, if the killer,
Even just for a one moment,
As he leered at death after killing others and having himself shot at last,
Had thought to himself; how hideous his idea of killing others was?
For what and why he has done such evil?
Is he not but a human?
But no one does,
And that is why a cloud still hovers over this city
Waiting to bath it with every drop of hate again.