By Amber Haque
A far cry awoke me.
Awoke me from my deep slumber.
Deep slumber in which I was sleeping.
I was sleeping, so I do not remember.
I do not remember who yelled my name.
Who yelled my name from far away?
From far away, I heard a cry.
A cry for which all my world I could lay!
I could lay my world for her.
For her, I was everything.
Everything darkened in front of my eyes.
In front of my eyes, innocents were killed!
Killed were those who did nothing.
Nothing I did and they killed me too.
Too much was the sight for me to bear.
To bear the cry I couldn’t hear.
I couldn’t hear my name being called.
Being called was I by one among all.
All of them dead, they knocked.
They knocked me down.
Down I lay to death.
Death was the eternal sleep I slept!