I saw endless, brutal strife where old friends
Turned into sudden, callous foes
And every passage was sealed up
Against these former comrades, posthaste.
Then, as the enemies tried to decimate
Our hurriedly-constructed blockages,
A violent fight between two brothers
Came to a startling boil.
Blood, splattered blood, dripped
Without mercy down the unforgiving floor
While enemies, inveigling to paralyze us,
Were duly ignored.
I could hear the anguished plea of a sibling--
Pleading for a bit of compassion,
Yelling for a tendril of breath--
His bleeding head, mangled and grubby.
I let my eyes roam all over the room--
Searching for a glimmer of receding hope;
Then, I realized that my father
Was in deep, oblivious slumber
While a show of ruthless destruction
Continued to take place;
And so, I shouted and I implored--
In a tortured voice, I beseeched,
"Father! Father, please help us! Father, please!"
I heard myself screaming for his succor
As the vicious chaos slowly encroached
And vanquished each terrorized soul.
Then, I grabbed my rosary and started to pray--
Tears garbling my words, clogging up my throat.