Move heaven and earth,
the innocent citizens
flew back to their scattered roosts.
The remnants and debris
still cries.
The stink of inhumanity
circles around the vicinity as a hawk.
A new dawn with the tattered Sun
and a new life begins with the skeletons.
The torn sky is on the mend
and the warmonger's crucial war is standstill?
*hope a better world with little more oxygen!
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-seventh-heaven/
