Fire and Celery

 My heart beat

but no-one heard,

celery and zucchini

in the shop,

but no-one knows,

I cooked with love

but only you know.

I heard there's war

and my heart beats,

as innocents die,

but still my old heart beats

as wind blows hot

and trees bloom.

Flowers sing in the breeze,

as children die in fire,

stock markets play their usual

games,

grass grows and birds sing,

as children die in fire.