Splodges of black, streaks of grey
Screeching shouting that's all they say
The taste of smoke and something bitter
Makes your skin crawl and run much further
The hole in your heart filled with anger
At the people who're fake and caused this disaster
You see the explosion that comes from your house
You fill with nostalgia and the pain bears down
All the memories burnt away
Gone away. Nothing.
This is not war, nor the battle of the fittest
This is the world: a big gimmick.
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A Big Gimmick
PoetryA poem influenced by conflict and the wise words of Jimi Hendrix."The world is nothing but a big gimmick, isn’t it? Wars, make bomb-bombs and all that. People get burned up on TV and it’s nothing but a big.. gimmick." - Jimi Hendrix
