What seems like years pass,
And no bullets rain. I dare
To open my eyes.
Everybody stares
To the right, away from the
Gates and enemies.
Dirt-coated men come
In an antique vehicle.
Two follow behind.
Our fighters pull guns
Out of pockets, sleeves, boots and
Places I don't see.
Our neighbor city
Cries out and steps backward. They
Were right not to trust.
"They were armed, Coby,"
One man spits to another.
"Don't be blind next time."
Guns pointed, three men
Approach the threat. A man in
Green exits and throws
Up his hands. "We're on
Your side," he grumbles, "and we
Need lots of back up."
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War of Cities
PoesíaWhat'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...
