There is chaos in the mall
People shoving past each other
Sales, line-ups, and busy mothers
There is chaos on the street
Time is rushing footsteps
Morning, afternoon coffee and deadlines to be met
There is chaos in the room
Photographs, painting, calendar on the wall
People smiling, music blasting, the voice of Diana Krall
There is chaos in the frontline
Bullets colliding, hearts are failing and
You’re thinking—what a God-forsaken land
There is chaos on the street
Fathers sobbing, their children bleeding
For what, for whom are we bleeding?
There is no chaos in this room
A child is struggling, or is he breathing?
A heartbeat, then silence, and leaves us to ponder:
Living, what a chaotic sight; and death, a wonder.
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