She sits there
Ashes on the grass
There's bullet everywhere
You'll hear the soldier's cuss
Bare foots going nowhere
In every explosion
They'll look to the sky and close their eyes
Praying to saints they gave their devotion
But still dead, shot by a heart as cold as ice
Tears and blood has already mixed
You'll never want the smell
Of a sack with a flesh
Thrown in the well
Beg can do none
Then she sees a small hole pointing at her nose
The hole of death is slowly getting up
But she just sits there
Then it's all black
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written: 11.05.16
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poems of AJ
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