Dreaming of fallen petals in spring time
Turning into bleeding little heads thrown in war
Thinking of the migrating birds covering the bright sky
Turning into drones missiles fighting the war
Controlling the whistling kettle on the fire now
Turninng into sirens signals warning public in war
Planning to see the smiling faces of grandkids
A dream now as no wings to fly across the war,

Sitting alone watching the gulf on screen,
A routine, adding days to this war
Going through the air space in dark clouds,
My cup of tea, yet insipid so far,
Harsh tunes to my ears now
Trump, Ali K, Nethanyahu in war
Ruins, bodies decorating mind,
With brush dipped in tears of war

Passing days with fear and sadness
To all, not for creators of war
"Everything changes" activated
Slowly, even to this destructing war
Leaders started pretence game
No option to accept defeat of war
Air space gray becoming clearer
When cash flow mattered to all

Suddenly a message unexpected reversed my mood so fast
My eye sight weak or can I not read
My question, not a farse
Email arrived with the same news
Inviting me to fly through the war
Its a change for good or bad
I must take it, was my thought.

"Your flight advanced get ready"
Reading with heart beating fast
Oh no time to get the best for my dears
My friends sincere living apart,
Sitting through sky in plane next day
Counting the hours go not so fast,
Felt warmth of two wet faces on arrival
Hugging me, WAS THERE A WAR?