The drama heightens

From the Hamas on Gaza destroying Israel.

And rockets at six thirty am killing women and children. The drama heightens. And you can plant a tree. But I know something else that grows. And that is called hatred. From every direction. And if I say so; the tree branch that billows needs to be cut off and set a blaze.

The time of war is upon us. The free bird is caged. And the other birds are displaced. 

The drama heightens. And the tears shed and blood flow. You can plant an olive tree. But you are disturbing the bones of the forgotten.

Remembered see here to freedom. Another day goes. A long road to Sarajevo. Another day goes. The drama heightens. The death count- No one knows.