Good day fellow Steemians. I'm happy I could join this engagement exercise today in your community. I sincerely wish I could write on more than one of the pictures. But for the purpose of this contest, I have to stick with just one, this one. I have many critical reasons for picking this image to write on. The colours are very telling, for those whose hearts are heavy with empathy for the plight of the innocent people trapped in the quagmire in Europe. While the story below is an innocuous work of creative art, I wish to advance my neutral stance on the raging embroglio brewing in the North Atlantic. This writeup carries no political sentiment but rather resonates with the tears and agony of the masses who've lost their all with no hope of recovery in sight and the very flicker of life hanging on a thread right before their eyes.

The Fireworks of Agony

I recall it started in the month of love, just 10 days after everyone celebrated the gift of love and reassured each other of their shared humanity and the tender affections they each owe the other. Just 10 days afterwards, did the story of love turn sour. The gift of love is by far the greatest gift humanity has ever received from mother nature. And during this month of love everyone revels in gratitude they can live to love.

Fireworks are a delight to behold; they brighten up the night sky while ecstacy lightens up gloomy hearts and downtrodden souls, through festive seasons year after year, the sounds of fire crackers are never a scare. The fireworks that we have always known. The fireworks that we always viewed. The fireworks that make our hearts race with joy; as we celebrate our precious anniversaries.

Today the fireworks have filled our skies. They came swiftly and unexpectedly. These fireworks came with rage as though on ecstacy (heroin) itself. These fireworks is much worse than a scare. The fireworks in our skies are causing our hearts to bleed, taking along lives both young and old. Shelters of steel and bricks have failed to shield. Our eyes are filled with tears too plenty to let is see clearly; these unwelcome fireworks that light up our dark skies.

Mothers have watched their babies roast and father's have been helpless while their families burn. The flames and heat of these unforgiving fireworks, has razed our cities and lives in fury.

Children always refused to sleep so they could watch fireworks at night. But now children are scared to fall asleep due to these evil fireworks at night.

The skies are laden with the thickness of gloom, the heavens have folded her arms in sad wonderment. To behold the agony caused by man to man, is a thorn in the spirit of mother nature Divine.

The lights have gone off in thousands of eyes. The tears on the eyes of those left behind have refused to dry. The gaze to the skies bring no delight, even though the fireworks have greatly multiplied.

These fireworks of agony are here to stay. Any help hoped for have perished in advance.
These fireworks of agony have maimed and killed. The innocent, the helpless, the young and old.

These fireworks of agony were not required. If talks and dialogues were mutually embraced. These fireworks of agony were never imagined, if only we knew we would never have lived.

The fireworks of agony have bathed in blood, the streets and schools, and symbols of peace. These fireworks of agony may never diminish. But God, out maker will come to our aid.

Conclusion

As everyone sleeps and wakes and lives, everyone should learn from the poetry above. The horrors of war can never be fathomed, even by those directly affected. Many had hoped on external help from powers seemingly strong. But the reality of the war has proven this a mirage. I invite @benton3 @wizzyboy3 and @fortwis09 to take part in this challenge. I am also happy to support this host community with 15% payout from this post

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