A once glamorous and flashing place
Has now come to down to shambles
Everywhere I looked chaos was at it’s peak phase
Children suffering from pangs of hunger,
And I could do nothing but look at them with pity,
Hence, in a place full of people close to losing their sobriety,
I still feel Alone in the city. Yemen this place was called,
The city of heritage and charm,
Now being bombed mercilessly,
Claiming many lives,
And causing great harm.
I looked around helplessly
Thinking I could be of some helps
But even the rich were going through the dread of poverty,
And so I felt alone in the city.
