A Prayer

               
                    I stood looking out the window. I could hear the whistling wind and the now loud roar of bikes. The ground beneath me started to tremble but I didn’t. I knew this would end again in silence.
                    People arose and fled but I didn’t budge. I sensed the heat in the room as the cold-blooded entered.. The heat of revenge, vengeance, hatred and people. I didn’t bother to turn around and look.  What troubled me was the silence prior the violence. I wondered why that what starts with a bang ends with silence.. Those silent prayers that wouldn't make a difference.
As I waited for the cling-clang, I heard weapons being drawn.
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Children cut cakes deep and cream oozed out; candles were eaten up by flames. Balloons were poked and fireworks, on display.

I remembered of happy times and sad times.
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Dear God,
I wish if the earth so green
          would turn into yellow and
          the blue sky turn to pink.
          If clouds would rain red and
          trees all be felled.
          Today turn to night and
          wolves go wild.
As long as fire would be used to
          light only candles, and
          knives; to cut cakes.