We didn't understand at first
The roar that shook the earth,
The roar that would tear screams from our throats
And shake the fear slumbering in our souls,
The fear that would stretch like a cat's shadow until we lay in darkness.
Then the dragons came.
Their low mechanical growls rattling in the darkness
Stiff wings outstretched like a mother's arms---
Or a dead man's, floating face down in the waters of the canals
That would later flood with the cries of the dying.
How that fire must have burned inside them,
How gleefully they must have unleashed hell on us!
That night we died for the sake of a madman.
Over 30,000 dead, eaten alive by the greedy breath
Of these iron dragons,
The fire that consumed as no swarm had ever consumed.
The fire that could not be vanquished,
That burned like the hate in their wounded souls.
Their loved ones fallen, their homeland burning,
They set us aflame.
Men, women, and children set aflame in the wake
Of the fell prophecy you called "Gomorrah"
And so we suffered.
Some of us tasted the grace of the bullet,
A single shot through the brain as we writhed in the canals
Nothing could gentle the agony, nothing could quench their terrible hunger
The hunger for blood, for flesh, for vengeance.
And at the end, we suffered as you must have suffered.
Your dragons killed us.
Our babies, our husbands, our fathers, our mothers
Your dragons destroyed
253000 apartment blocks
and a zoo.
Teacher is silent.
We will never see the tigers again.
Our voices will never be raised in song again,
Only in prayers and pleas for mercy as we burn.
Everything is dust and ash.
In your righteous anger,
Do you feel like heroes now?