One man steps away
alone with thoughts of freedom
creeping like a bug
Eyes that meet my own
stare into the pain I am
neat-kept in shadows
The group pulls him back
"Man, why have you stepped away?
Have you no hunger?"
I watch the fists fly
men with no passion must pay
they must fight or die
YOU ARE READING
War of Cities
PoetryWhat's left of the U.S. after the initial fighting is broken down into large cities. Resources are limited. 11-year-old Sura is caught in the middle of the mess-- there's violence in the streets and her Papa's gone away to fight. Hear about the horr...
