Plains of thought,
No longer reminisced,
Death of a life,
A plague reborn.
But sixteen years,
Forced to die,
Seeing the stars,
From a different sky.
Pushed into a roll,
Which cannot be played,
By a soul so young,
Used to being afraid.
Blood is drunk,
To stay alive,
Fend for a life,
Not worth the breath.
Shouts and screams,
Enter deaf ears,
Ignore the pleas
Of a life disappearing.
Death surrounds,
So many bodies lie,
Enter the same world,
Ordered to die.

By Siobhan
Date: 31/March/2004