A day ends short when lives are lost,
on blackened noon, death be the cost.
Manifesting wave crash down on hopes and dreams,
all is gone, so it seems, so it seems.
Some are lost and never found,
some still shocked of the quaking ground.
Many without homes to keep them safe,
many in terror and children's now waif.
Families and strangers join together,
crying shoulders, mourns day after.
Hatred becomes love, as enemies becomes friends,
on this day of terror, to be remembered till the end.