A Poem A Day

The Days Go On

So, Hi. Sup? Hehe, anyway, I love writing poems. There's just something so peaceful about them.So, I will be publishing a poem a day until I run out of poems, and songs. So just take some time every day, find your inner poet and let the words flow through you. This is a song that I wrote one day when I was really bored and it's not that good, but here it is. Please comment! It's about a bombing by the way' I have no idea why I picked that subject, I just did. So here it is. Hope you like it.

Ooh
The days go on
Sayin ooh
And the days go on

Ma is crying and
A papas just a getting home
There's a fire in the hearth in a place you might call home

Sister comes in
From a late night
Late night out

Brothers in
The bedroom
Twist and shout

Ooh
The days go on
Sayin ooh
And the days go on

Our stomachs are a empty
There's a bombing down the street
Honey hurry up
Cause we're getting on our feet

We're flying away
Far far away from here
Where there's food in
The stomach and there's
Sweet songs to hear

The days are red
The blood is pouring in
We better go fast
Or were sweet din

Ooh the days go on
Sayin ooh
And the days
Go on

Cause there's
Mold in the bread
And spiders in the soup

But we gotta eat
or the chickie run
the coop

Ooh
The days go on
Sayin ooh
And the days go on

The door got jammed
Now there's nowhere
To run
Out the window
Come on Hun

Mamas in her robe
And papas in his cap
Brothers in his Jammies
Sister never woke from her nap

Ooh
The days go on
Sayin ooh
And the days go on

And the
Days go on

Ooh
And
The
Days
Go
On