War

Author’s note: I was inspired to write this poem during the recent events that occurred in the U.S. and abroad. This includes but not limited to the Dallas,Texas police shootings, racial tensions, the bombings in New York City and New Jersey, and the violence in Turkey, France, and all around the world. It moved me. It made me mad. It made me cry. So, I drew a picture. Then I decided to write a poem about it.

(c) DaraSunbubbles Art

Pow pow, boom boom

Every one runs in a cloud of heavy gloom

Set off by bombs and gun fire

Running to safe ground is the only desire

People afraid, unable to say

To describe or feel about what happened today

Police make many efforts, protestors take a stance

Communication is lost

Will there ever be a second chance?

Wounded soldiers are the everyday folk

Victims of a world that’s suffered a stroke

Broken and unaccounted for

Senseless violence has no cure

Blood soaks city pavements

Shattered glass and concrete are its only remnants

Death may lie beneath the surface

But terror haunts the living conscious