I heard the flutter of birds in flight
It was midnight the day of the Lord.
Then there was silence but a calm of ill…
There is no description in words.
I turned on the telly as sleep would not come
Too ease my troubled mind.
But all I could see was ambulances rushing…
What were they going to find?
I remembered the flutter of birds in flight
And wondered what scared them this way?
Could it have been the reason the ambulances
Were rushing not very far away?
I then heard the newscast over screams of pain
A bomber had exploded his bomb.
Twenty eight children were blown into pieces
Twenty eight children were gone.
All this had happened one street from my door
And all I heard were the birds.
Or was it the screams of children crying
Translated into all that I heard?
