They poured into the streets,
Holding their one baggage
That was their worldly possession.
Children in hand they head
For the grey compound with
The gaunt building, standing
Menacingly over the city blocks.
Planes overheard groan,
Artillery fire comes ever so near,
Rumbling the earth with it.
I'm, dreaming of a white christmas,
Panic in the streets as a ray of hope
Just like the ones I used to know,
Appears as a black dot on the horizon.
Where the tree tops glisten
The bloodied hands hold their children tightly
And children listen
But they knew that the soldiers did not care
To hear the sleigh bells in the snow
As they raise their thin hands, to the sky
Covering the sun, and all hope with it.