Like a savage wind sponsored by Ariel, Tossing things around, plaguing the treasures Not too young to recall, The sounds of Kalashnikov set the city array Bullets rained from the dangling evil-jets flooding the city with fire, drowning as many souls as it can The light from Kalashnikov offered illumination Racing atop the littered bodies; the yesterdays peer group Bullets tossed Ibrahim, fell with his ambition Bullets heaved Yaman, the best reciter of Qur'an Tears of anguish run in papa's nose, held mom tightly, he fell to enemies hands Run! Run!! I heard papa's re-echoing voice Photo Credit: Google inc.