Amid the dawn, a shadow cloaks the day,
A scream of steel tears through the silence sweet,
The city’s heart, in crimson rivers, bleeds,
Where once stood laughter, now the ashes play.

A child’s small shoe lies cracked in dust’s embrace,
The marketplace, a grave of shattered stalls,
Smoke curls like specters over broken walls,
And time itself recoils from such a face.

The air grows thick with echoes of despair,
A mother’s wail, a siren’s hollow cry,
The light of hope drowned deep in blackened mire.

Through jagged wounds of glass, the soul lays bare,
Where innocence once bloomed, now terror stalks,
A world aflame, consumed by hate’s dark fire.