It is night in Sarajevo
And a child huddles in fear,
Crying softly,
Praying the enemy
Will not hear.
It is night in Sarajevo
And a woman weeps alone,
Wondering why
Her home and family
Are all gone.
It is night in Sarajevo
An old man stares ahead
At rubble,
Seeing only the pain
Of a son that is dead.
It is night in Sarajevo
And a soldier stands watch
Over weapons
Set to destroy
All that is already lost.
It is night in Sarajevo
And God looks down and sighs,
In disbelief
He watches,
As His creatures kill and die.
by Michele Elaine Wilson © 1996