A small poem about peace and war.
***The Smell of Death***
The young girl slows her pace,
The smell of death blowing into her face,
A gunshot is heard from a mile away,
War begins today.
The little girl cries and goes down on her knees,
The wind pick's up, no longer a breeze,
She wants to run away from this fight,
She wants to run into a new light,
She wished they would see that we need to be,
Together as one, happy and free.
As she thought about the world in her mind,
She did not see the man lurking behind,
The shot was fired; her fate was sealed,
The thoughts of her mind, never revealed.
She was left alone, dead in the field.
This would not have happened if war was unleashed,
At least she died,
Thinking of Peace.
