The Day

There will come a time,
When family will have no meaning,
And our mothers will be left grieving,
Silently praying for our wellbeing.

Will we be able to avoid the day?
When the one whom we love drifts away?
As we sit alone on the blistering bay,
Reminiscing the bliss of yesterday.

Where will we hide then,
When our sons start shooting?
Each bullet will be piercing,
Holes in our walls and hearts.

There will then come a day,
When all we know will fade,
When the sun will set,
Never to rise again.