POETRY
Valley Violin Violence
A poem
Terror abhors love,
and doesn’t listen to music.
Violence is naked and
a serious threat to all
habitats of this animal
planet of our universe!
Here’s a little effort to look
into the true face of death!
The valley brimmed
with heavenly beauty —
lovers wandering hand in hand,
babies cradled in warmth,
honeymooners chasing
shimmer of new dreams
and whispered peace.
A sweet violin soared,
its melody stitched into the blue sky,
while breath from the dancing hills
spun fog like silken scarves,
drifting in joy.
But then —
violence arrived,
masked as a curious tourist,
asking for names,
proof of souls
who still believed
in the magic of violins.
It pried open gates
to old animosity,
unleashing cruelty deeper
than the hungriest beast,
more ravenous
than the thirstiest vampire.
It came with intent —
not to visit,
but to conquer.
To transform a sacred haven
into a howling hell.
