We destroy what we love

6:00 am

Soldiers begin the march

2 year old son of commander begins to crawl

Out of his cradle to see the sunrise

The life outside his window-birds and butterflies

For eyes, there’s beauty to see

If it hasn’t been destroyed already

He coos to the little dove

sitting on a branch

And as he watch it falls to the ground

white feathers turning crimson

shot by some damn human

Sad view-all but a lesson

We destroy what we love

We destroy what we love…

Copyrights: Aiza Chaudry

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