Silent Night

It was snowing and everything was so white

If they weren’t on the street homeless and shivering it would have been a wonderful sight

They were poor now but once upon a time they were rich

But by their own luck, they were ditched

It all started when that war broke out

They can still hear those miserable screeches, those awful shouts

They had to run for their lives

They have nightmares almost every night, about militants with guns, grenades, swords, and knives

The memory of their escape was itself gut-wrenching

How they survived in that mountain of corpses, suffocating, their fists clenching

This battle of survival they seemed to have won

But their parents’ screams still echo in their ears with the horrendous sound of that gun!

The brother gave his younger sister the filthy piece of bread from the dumpster

They had seen the worst of humanity, for them, people were equivalent to monsters…

The pain they had to go through was unthinkable

Their bodies had been reduced down to skeletons, the sight just was miserable…

They should’ve long forgotten what happiness felt like

But the brother was just waiting for the right time to strike

There was something more to that skinny body and dead eyes

They weren’t going to accept this as their fate, they dreamed about soaring in skies

The sister broke the bread in half

“I don’t want to get fat.” She said with a laugh

The brother stuffed his mouth with bread without speaking another word

His sister murmured something as in the torn blanket on the freezing floor he curled

“When all this is over…” she said looking at the flickering street light

“I want to go home” she closed her eyes in that silent night