Victims of WarA Poem by rhymeaway
She walked through the narrow lanes,
of her once beautiful city, everyone was in so much pain, and all they got was pity. Utterly torn and devastated, she walked on quietly, how could they be so ill-fated, they blamed their destiny. Flashing back to that perilous night, made her heart break, standing in the light however, gave her the biggest shake. It was a jolly evening, with a hint of rain and snow, before a noise horribly deafening, took the city by a blow. She ran until she was enervated, catching tight hold of her brother's tiny hand, and the two of them silently waited, till the noises came to a stand. Her parents had told her to escape, and that she safely had, but now all she could do was gape, at their bodies lifeless and, be sad. She could only stand there and glower, with others of her sort, so many people around her, and yet they fell short. When she couldn't bear the sight anymore, she left with her little brother, they were just two now,not four how that thought made her shudder! That night she went to sleep, detesting the repulsive concept of war, still in shock,she would occasionally weep, she wondered what she was living for. 'She' is just of the many, terrified victims of war, who don't want to live to tell their story, of how their lives have been done for.
© 2015 rhymeawayAuthor's Note
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