A Desolate land with hardly any hope Parents with children stressing to cope. Uncertain times in uncertain days Hoping that something will help in their ways. What do they do? Where do they go? Every little turn and feeling low. Men with guns who will be next No time to breathe let alone text. The airport is shut, when can we go? Civilians all huddled run to and fro. Bombs going off, people are killed Limbs are detached streets blood-filled. A people of hardship, fear, no hope Waiting for Governments to tighten the rope Families in terror locked indoors Lying in dark rooms sleeping on floors Dreading the tap or knock on doors Dare not answer for fear they will die For helping Governments, becoming a spy. The World is in disaster When catastrophe is the norm When will it end? No matter what Government they form?