Hide and Seek

What I can’t stop thinking about
Are the children who played hide and seek
While bombs roared over their heads.
A game that turned 
Rumbles and explosions
Into a cue for giggles and games.

Laughter would run in corridors
To disappear underneath tables
And hide inside closets,
Waiting to be found by arms
Scared, yet loving.

How confused they must have been
To find themselves being hugged 
By the clouds and angels instead.