Tepid and tranquil he lays br like a tired toddler in deep slumber br when jolted from his repose br by the vociferous drone of a br sky transporter. br br A violent shriek, he utters br as thunderous lightning shook the earth br emitting showers of shrapnel. br The ground below quaked br swallowing the wagon in its wake. br br In troubled state, he now reposes br on pieces of metals scattered br like broken kola-nuts br to appease the god of iron br or of war? br br The drum of war has rolled down br Bishop Street br The station, its first casualty.