No Flowers Anymore

My sky is covered with cloud
no flowers anymore
only the mushroom which floats
and which spreads the death
burning cities, burning towns-
killing people - cutting off breadth..

My brush is dipped in blood.
no landscape anymore
the strokes are red all over...
they only paint the deads..
broken ribs and broken hearts,
twisted, torn and smashed heads

My pen is dipped in tears..
no lovelines anymore
the words merge with paper..
words from wordless eyes..
hungry mother and hungry kids,
silent tears feeding the flies..