Eleven Seven

By Karen Aguiar

On an unfaithful track,

So many lives running,

Within few seconds the attack,

Found those lives burning.

The city our home place,

Became a lost land,

It left no trace,

For us to understand.

All smiles cried their tears,

The unity brought separation,

Lost the ones dear and near,

Who Left no sign or impression.

Broken windows & doors,

Had drops of blood,

Of which a river poured,

And then a flood.

Cried out those hearts,

By nature so innocent,

Their lives tore apart,

For whom the act wasn’t meant.

From the bodies of the dead,

Separated the hands, legs and head,

Few on their eternal bed,

Laid between hell and heaven,

On the day of eleven/seven.

By Karen Aguiar