(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
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