In the middle of a cold night,
Hands clutched on our lovers
And our lovers on us
Birds in a distant singing gleeful songs,
Stars smiling down on us
Everything flowing in its own tranquility.
Then, we heard gun shots
and our heartbeat became still
We ran towards the window
Peeping cautiously so they don't see our eyes.
We saw them,
men in black with bloodshot eyes and a hard look
And then we saw their haggard van
Smelling of weed and cruelty
We boiled in our fear
As they dragged the corpse of the man along
Like a mutilated sacrifice
We overheard the wife saying something about money not given,
And furniture scattered in the house
She had a baby in hand and a teen beside
All made mourners in the middle of this night.
We watched silently as our ambassadors of peace leaves
Having brought war down to our doorsteps.