The cars outside my window

Rumble to and from places

Without a care in the world

 

The children scream out Mehmet’s name

To come out to play

And when he does

Their little faces light up  

 

In Mariupol there is just silence

A bird sarcastically chirps

A dog sniffs round

But there is nothing to eat

 

The rumble of tanks has gone

The screams have died down

Rockets lighting up the sky have faded

 

Leaving…

No one

 

Just bullet holes ripped into a playground