Poem: The Black Saturday

On Saturday, 8 October 2016, airstrikes by Saudi-led coalition hit a funeral hall packed with thousands of mourners in Yemen’s capital, Sanaa, and local health officials indicate that over 140 people were killed and more than 525 wounded, the U.N. humanitarian coordinator for Yemen said.

It really was a black Saturday for all Yemeni people, that they will not forget this carnage forever.

You can read about this massacre on The New York Times, or on Russia Today News.

I was so sad and angry when I watched the mutilated and charred bodies on local news channels, so I wrote this poem.

I share below the poem a video that appears the moment when the third airstrike hit the funeral hall building; also, I share some of the pictures of the victims.

Warning! this post includes graphic images some readers may find disturbing and shocking.

The Black Saturday

Going to funeral hall.

Consoling friends was their goal.

Thinking they are safe one and all.

Overlooking that their enemy has no humane soul.

Who worst estimates his enemy’s barbarity, death be his dole.

They were sad for losing one friend.

Now, all people for losing them are saddened.

Just mutilated and charred bodies were remained.

Brothers, your bodies all cold.

Drowning in a huge blood pond.

Mourners, your shattered bodies littering the earth’s mold.

But your voices will be hold.

Damn, for the nations of the black gold.

 

This video appears the moment when the third airstrike’s missile hit the funeral hall building.

Warning! this post includes graphic images some readers may find disturbing and shocking.