The Crimson City
The knolls have tolled again my friends,
The Mullah's call heard loud and wide
Involuntarily to these an ear we lend,
Through the city runs another crimson tide.
Promises were made on the breakfast table,
'Today for a movie and dinner shall we go,'
'Wear that new dress as in that movie,'
Passes have I bought for the best seats.
She tells all her girlfriends about the plan,
Jovially the maquillage is advised,
His friends shout out, "Way to go man,"
"Thank God you put differences aside."
The sons, husbands and brothers are off,
The Sun of life soon for them will go down,
News channels blare loud, roofs blown,
Gun shots, fire! Tears roll down.
Sharp long nails in the coffins are hammered,
Friends and relatives would talk if they could,
A cry from the back their bonding has hampered,
The workers moan, "There is no more wood."
The sun has set for the wives and mothers,
A lonesome darkness will their lives abate,
And dare not forget the hopeful sisters,
Who for a glimpse will their lives abdicate.
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