I’m moving through the stony path
Under sweltering heat
Kids, old mama and old papa
Surrounds me
With fear in their eyes
Destruction rules their face
I still moving upward
As I couldn’t move downward
Gradually darkness covers my path
Something unknown, strange
Follows me in darkness
With fear filled in my heart
I move forward approaching
N hoping to confront houses of skulls
Smokes drifting from death
Known eyes see me unknown
Their faces tell me a story
Of two man’s death
Swallowed by the barrel of guns
End unpredictable and bloody

Milan Gurung (Freeman)