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?