
Bombshells bursting through the air,/ a new battle has begun./ The gunmen line up so courageously/ And wait for their turn,/ Their time./ When will it come? -Just an attempt at war poetry...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 139 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2679904
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Bombshells bursting through the air,
A new battle has begun.
The gunmen line up
So courageously
And wait for their turn,
Their time.
When will it come?
There's screaming in the background,
The cries of shattering pain.
New rivers of red
Scarring the ground,
Rising with each
Passing second.
Who will be next?
Families live their lives afraid
For something that
Could leave them
Whenever-
In a day,
In a second.
How much longer?
Fear is stifled for pride,
Murder disguised
As heroic feats.
Evil portrayed
As natural-
Nothing here is natural.
Will we ever realize?
Lifeless corpses litter
The dying ground-
Brother and sisters,
Mothers, fathers.
Best friends,
Colleagues.
Who will be next?
Bombshells bursting through the air,
The sky is now on fire.
One by one
People disappear
Until suddenly
All that's left
Is silence
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