This is war i assume

As I stood upon the streets
And the earth began to shake
The air filled with shrieks
As the town began to break

The horror and the terror
And the sky begins to rumble
It's to much to bear
As the rocks begin to tumble

Clouds of dust float in the sky
The air is filled with booms
People begin to die
This is war, I assume

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[Wórdsmíth]

Excellent poem. I like rhyming stuffs ... this poem`s very heartfelt & reflecting a vivid imagery of pain, aches and the brutality of wicked world. Great job. Keep it up! ;)