The power was out but I blew out the oil lamp anyway. I was afraid of it spilling over and coating the floor with flames. Well, more flames than that I expected.
We were blind to world, all I heard was my brothers sniffling and the hiss of the oil lamp. The dust whispers till I heard thunder. My brothers draw close but I know there’s no point. I wonder what’s it’s like up there, when nothing looks down on you.
Boom after boom I hear the world collapse. We go deaf while fire’s born, listening to Bombs over Baghdad.