Do they know this song?

The heat from the sun beams down on me,
as a gentle breeze blows my hair into my face.
I sit breathing in the warming rays,
along with the odd hair,
having managed to get themselves stuck to my lips.
Sitting peacefully I take in the sounds around me.
Music's playing on the stereo inside the house.
Birds sing out from the trees, strangely in tune.
Do they know this song?
The breeze brings with it the jovial cries of children,
enjoying their lunch time play.
Again blending in nicely with the current track.
Then, The distant drone of traffic.
Giving its usual bum notes to this otherwise pleasurable melody.
Trousers rolled up to the knee,
reveal a pair of light starved legs.
Thankful for the opportunity to remind me just how starved they are.
Machine gun fire startled me for a moment,
when out of the blue several rounds went off.
Cadets in training.
A familiar sound, drawing my concentration off to a far away place.
Where the wind brings with it, cries of panic.
Mixing painfully with the repeaters as the smell of death fills the air.
The birds do not sing here.
Children sob, huddled close to their lifeless parents.
Where else do they go?
Explosions rumble like thunder.
I look to the sky.
Not a cloud in sight as the sun beams down on me.
Gunfire and the distant drone of traffic.
Somehow more tuneful than before.
A bell rings as the playful children disperse into classrooms.
A new track on the stereo sets the birds singing.
Do they know this song too?

by kayla
posted on 05/07/2008