The He was Absent

The wind blew violently
but not heard,

Smoke drifted,

Gunpowder fell on thy shoulders

We coveted for an isolated death

Everything , though overshadowed

The desire, the lust, the hunger

Against the rattling guns

Against the going off bombs

What a sound !

Rat..rat..rat..rat..rata..bang!
Rat..rat..rat..rat..rata..bang!

The eagles hovered around lewdly
in the night of deserty whirls

And the Creators fell on ground
The worshipers died hard

The snow froze the blood

Breaths, devoured by black air

Suddenly the air had a color

But the sound did not cease

Rat..rat..rat..rat..rata..bang!
Rat..rat..rat..rat..rata..bang!

We prayed all night long, but to no avail

Crying to dip into our own tears

You always asked – where is my daddy?

Where is my creator?

But the Creator was dead

The god absent

against the deadening sound

as we continually heard

Rat..rat..rat..rat..rata..bang!
Rat..rat..rat..rat..rata..bang!