Red as blood, black as night
Soon a day full of fright.
A stalking cat, a hunting bird,
A war cry from the meadows heard.
We try to run, we try to flee,
But soulless soldiers all I see.
I try to hide, to find an escape,
But a man with a gun is at my gate.
Soon I stand in the street,
red blood pooling at my feet.
Bodies lying in a heap,
My body too tired to weep.
What did we do? What was my crime?
We killed no man, we stole no lime.
Maybe, maybe, the final call,
Was the Jewish symbol on our wall...
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
