Staring longingly at the starry sky <br />brings solace’s bed to lie in my bosom, troubled. <br /> <br />Beside the shattered chandelier, <br />each blast of bombs and bullets wake sorrow’s sonorous voice. <br />At midnight, when darkness slumbers, <br />It sings until my heart shatters again like the chandelier. <br />Bloods flow on our streets crying, wailing <br />in anguish, but the voices of bombs swallow their cries. <br /> <br />Beside the shattered chandelier, <br />Terror counts the number of souls <br />trapped in its grip, yearning for rescue. <br />Sleep escapes the eyes of folks and makes its <br />Way into abyss, hiding from sounds of blasts and lies from crowns. <br /> <br />Beside the shattered chandelier, <br />We await redemption.<br /><br />Echezonachukwu Nduka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beside-the-shattered-chandelier/
