War

By Emily Beacon

As the wind blew across the lonely land,

Reaching out its gnarled hand,

I waited in fear, daring not make a sound,

Praying ro God that we may not be found

Away we hide like mice in the walls,

To each one of us darkness falls,

With one final blast, the house falls silent,

In their hearts they all are violent,

Now I hear them searching yet,

Causing my beating heart still to fret,

One stops straight ahead,

My body and mind fills with dread,

Waiting now to die alone,

What arrogant pride have they shown?

Aching anger rakes the mind,

Hoping that I, they will not find

I wait and listen as they pass by,

Leaving me to ask: why?

Out I come from my hiding place,

To the horror I must face

All is gone as I step out,

Ever finding hope I doubt,

Lying there silent and dead,

Many a bullet in their heads,

I now kneel down and begin to pray,

That they find peace, I hope they may,

My World and life now shattered like glass,

The pain I feel will never pass

War destroyed the love and devotion,

Peace disrupted by this hateful motion,

Away like a flash I run through the door,

I say goodbye to this horrid war

Now I sit with my head in my hands,

As the wind blows through the lands,

Weeping now I hear a sound,

Of a shot; my body hitting the ground