Rushed to the Last Train

Fresh snow on roads -
On frozen puddles of yesterday’s rain.
Past, present, and future packed in one suitcase
Can this be real? Did the world go insane?
Rushing to catch the last train to freedom,
Pushing through crowds
confused and lost souls
Leaving behind a beloved home that became a prison 
Under the siege
Under the tyrant’s control.
Screams of the sirens 
– the sentence to death -
The last that reached ears
Satan came to claim a child’s last breath
The mournful requiem to linger for years. 
Then stillness
Then silence
Then eternal rest…

The above image is from Reuters