Poetry March has a story

This is not a story
Maybe this is history
Everyone records it in tragedy
Remembering it in an event
Recall it in tears
Who would have thought would happen again

They just thought
Today may be fine
They go
They walked happily
They shook the hands of their parents
They embrace their wife and husband intimately
Or maybe they kissed the children's forehead

Want to ask who
When they return not with breath
Want to blame who if this happened to them
When they come home with his silence
With his body freezing
Or even with the destruction of his body
Her father and mother cried
Wife or husband moaning in pain
The children called him

This place is mourning again
This place takes its toll again
This history is repeated again
Who wants to imprison this event
Or Want to hold responsible who this case
No one can understand