Die another day

Jets of fountain breeze through the skies, colouring the lining of clouds. Multihued and musical, the loops, commas and exclamations, in chorus, dance to the beats of orchestrated waters. Boom! Boom! Silence………………………………………………………………………………….. Bodies, which a fraction of a second ago were humans, lie dotted on the soft flora and fauna, crushing them dead weight under. The blood bath waters the cries of excitement down to ear splitting hysteria. Humanity dies yet another day. Life makes life. Love makes love and Evil makes evil. Scores of people breathe their last, and scores more, breathless in anxiety, count their life saved blessings. “Why me”? , ask the chosen few, moaning in punished suffering and ripped in life scarring deep wounds. These wounds stay gaping and gnawing into human hearts which witness unspoken voices and hear blasts which mute all degrees of reasoning. Indeed LIFE dies yet another day.