I popped out to the shops to buy some bread;

When I returned my family were dead.

A missile had destroyed our neighbourhood;

From this time onwards, nothing will be good.

I cannot understand these men of war;

I cannot comprehend what this is for.

We had no quarrel with our former friends;

How can these means advance their twisted ends?

Were they at war, my children and my wife?

They wanted no more than to live their life.

I search among the debris for a sign

Of those whose being intertwined with mine.

As I withdraw beneath the cindered sky,

The hammer in my mind repeats: Why? Why?