There is a deadly hush,
From some houses rises silent,
Thick black smoke,
It's heart sullied,
Spreading far and wide, engulfing everything.
There is a deadly hush.

The street - lifeless as a corpse.
A broken barrow
Turned upside down,
It wheels in the air,
Gazes at all heavens in amazement,
As if it still cannot believe
What happened.
There is a deadly hush.

A smashed up shop,
Like a mouth wide open
After a scream,
Looks from its broken doors
And the fragments of bangles
Scattered afar
With longing eyes, thinking
That yesterday these pieces of glass
Were teeth of a myriad colours
In this toothless mouth.
There is a deadly hush.

The silence speaks to the scene around:
'Listen, smashed up shop,
Smouldering house,
Broken barrow!
You are not the only ones;
There are others as well,
Who have been destroyed.
For them also we shall mourn,
But first let us weep for those,
Who came here to loot
And were themselves robbed.
They have no idea
Of what they have lost.
They see little,
For on this age-old civilisation
Those miserable people
Have no view at all.'