Echoes of bombs linger in the distance, the pillars of smoke rise steadily through the night sky.... night sky how foriegn that word seems to be when night and day have been made the same by the never ceasing fires that burn through the heavens, lighting the way for all who wish to see the chaos and destruction that has been wrought upon the land. Memories of joy and laughter fade away as tears stain every cheek and wails of sorrow haunt the halls of empty homes. Children lost in the street paint the portraits of forgotten youth and innocence stripped away by the unforgiving hand of death... ahh, death sweet neighbour and trusted friend, sole companinon of many through these bitter days and nights, ever present never satisfied no matter how many babes lie cold and lifeless within the earth. Anger burns in every heart and mind and hatred resonates with every fleeting look, hope lies vanquished and forgotten despair is all thats left for the millions who walk the desecrated land, dead or alive it makes no diffrence condemned to misery they walk the familiar road of the unknown... But yet in the distance a prayer is heard a lone voice carried on the wind, a promise that though the pillars of dust and smoke cover the sun, one day it will shine again and one day the wounds will heal and the sorrow will be forgotten. One day the children will learn to laugh and tears will fade away... But till that day of peace and serenity the bombs remain the requiem of the fallen and the dead remain the only ones at peace.