As the sun sets, sending the sky into red
A vulture circles above the cracked land
A Girl collapses, exhausted, into the sand
Though she clings to life, much of her is already dead
Her country had been plagued with civil war
For drought had killed the crops
And the government only quarreled and fought
So it wasn't long before violence knocked on her door
People picked sides, families split apart
Murder was committed as a daily chore
Victims strewn on the dry creek bed shore
Because people lack morals with frightened hearts
One day she had left home in search of medicine
And returned to find her family gone
Lost to the blast of an enemy's bomb
And such grief inspired her to commit a greater sin
She found a scientist in the dry bed of a lake
By threatening to kill his family
She set him to work, to create great destructivity
For hundreds would cry for the millions of lives it would take
As the bomb fell, sending the sky into red
A cloud circles the cracked land
A Girl had collapsed onto the sand
Though she had clung to life, and taken many, she is dead
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
