Bombs.
They dropped those bombs upon us.
So now we can not speak nor breathe.
No light enters here.
Light would imply hope.
Hope would imply we have a chance.
Yet we have no chance.
To live the beautiful lives we deserve.
This silence is so painful but no one can speak out.
Collateral damage is all we are to them.
Our beautiful world now a wasteland.
We are lost in this oblivion.

I like the way this winds down to the last line, words well-woven.